Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 110

His promise

“Husband?” Freddy was bewildered. “No way. You must be pulling my leg. I just saw the spectacle with you and the jewelry designer, Vivian. And there is no ring on Renee’s finger.”

Freddy took Renee’s right hand, showing the ringless fingers.

“Let go of her!” Marcelo snatched Renee’s hand from Freddy, a subtle frown on his face.

He then realized Renee didn’t wear a ring, but at the time of their union, he hadn’t given her one since he didn’t take things seriously.

Seeing her bare fingers, discomfort gnawed at him.

He was somewhat guilty as well.

Freddy, shaking his head, remarked, “Are you pursuing Renee, sir? I’m vying for her too. With your lack of manners, you’ll be out of the picture before you know it! You…”

“Freddy, he’s my husband.“Renee halted him before he could say something more audacious.

“What?” Freddy was dumbfounded. “You’re not playing a prank on me, are you? But he and Vivian…”

“I know, Freddy. But he is, indeed, my husband. We’ve been married for some time now.“Renee asserted.

Attempting to withdraw her hand from Marcelo’s grip, Renee found it held even tighter.

Marcelo sneered at Freddy, asking, “Vying for her?”

Freddy swiftly altered his countenance, sporting the archetypal smile of a true gentleman. “Mr. King, my sincerest apologies. The unvarnished truth is that Renee happens to be someone I hold with deep respect. I lied that I was vying for her because I couldn’t bear the thought of my esteemed boss falling prey to some scoundrel due to her youthful naivety…Not implying you’re a scoundrel, mind you. Just a speculative inkling on my part.”

Marcelo wore a skeptical expression as if challenging Freddy to spin more tales.

This was hardly an opportune moment for Renee to share a meal with Freddy. She interjected, “Freddy, why don’t we put a pin in this? I’ll treat you to dinner on another occasion, okay?”

“Given your subordinate status, the dinner’s on me,” declared Marcelo.

Observing Renee’s demeanor, Freddy took a principled stance. “Apologies, Mr. King. I have to heed Renee’s wishes. Seems like she’s not up for the dinner.”

As night descended, the glow of streetlights and neon signs filtered through the window, casting an interplay of light and shadow on the faces in the back seat.

A thick silence enveloped the car.

“Renee, that Freddy guy is pushing forty,” Marcelo stated, his memory serving him well as he had perused relevant information about Freddy on his way to pick Renee up.

“Thirty–seven.“Renee corrected.

“Still forty.“He snapped.

Her ire surged. “Marcelo, he’s a friend. Rumors circulate about you and Vivian, yet I can’t even have a male friend? I don’t meddle in your affairs. Who are you to interfere with my friendships?”

Marcelo remained composed. Turning to her, he inquired, “When did you find out about the rumors?”

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When Freddy brought up his involvement with Vivian, Renee admitted she was aware. Marcelo knew that this explained the indifference she had shown im in recent days.

Staring out the window, Renee responded coolly, “When you were in London.”

“Why didn’t you ask me about it?”

Renee stayed silent.

Marcelo reached for her chin, forcing her to face him. “Say something, Renee.Talk to me”

“How was I supposed to ask? Should I inquire about the nature of your affair with Vivian? You could easily dismiss it as media fabrication. Should I question your attendance at Vivian’s art exhibition? Much like my visit to Freddy’s show today, it’s normal to support a friend’s work.”

Marcelo, if he so desired, could fabricate plausible reasons.

Renee refused to play the role of a jealous wife to a man who didn’t care about her feelings.

“Marcelo, let go. You’re hurting me,” she pleaded, attempting to free herself from his grasp.

Relinquishing his hold,he noticed faint imprints on her chin.

He sighed, realizing her skin got marked easily, no matter where he touched.

“Pull over,” Marcelo abruptly instructed the driver. “Come back in an hour.”

The driver complied without a word, grateful to escape witnessing the conflict between Marcelo and his wife.

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