Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

The revelation silenced everyone in the courtyard.

Connolly’s mouth hung open in disbelief.

Dulcie wrapped her arms around Kyson’s neck, her cheeks coloring with a blush.

He referred to her as his wife, his voice natural and filled with warmth, sparking joy within her.

It all felt so surreal, as if she might be dreaming.

Connolly was quick to respond.

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Shaw.

And to you, Dulcie-no, Mrs.

Shaw!”

Betty watched Dulcie in Kyson’s embrace with a glint of jealousy.

She questioned her own ears, unable to believe what she had heard.

In Betty’s eyes, Dulcie was merely a woman with a pretty face and a nice figure, hardly more remarkable than herself, and certainly not a match for her own educational achievements.

Yet, it was Dulcie whom Kyson had chosen to marry.

Doubt crept into Betty’s mind.

“I’m not convinced.

If she really is your wife, why has she never mentioned it? She even said she was your maid.

”

Kyson defended Dulcie with a firm tone.

“Back when we first married, we had our quarrels.

She said that to spite me.

It’s not your place to question our relationship.

”

Betty was stunned into silence by his retort.

Reina, overwhelmed by remorse, sobbed uncontrollably.

“Had I known she was your wife, I never would have joined Betty in antagonizing her.

What a foolish mistake!”

Kyson, uninterested in their apologies and excuses, turned to Connolly.

“Apply the strictest penalty outlined in the contract.

And make sure they’re out by day’s end.

I don’t ever want to see them again.

”

“Understood,” Connolly replied.

Kyson, carrying Dulcie, didn’t look back as they entered the villa.

Within the safety of his arms, Dulcie felt a profound sense of security as she glanced up at him periodically.

The feeling of being so cherished was intoxicating.

She wished he would always be this kind to her.

Reaching up, she gently pinched Kyson’s cheek, reassuring herself of his tangible presence.

Kyson looked down and inquired, “What are you doing?”

“You know, I almost mistook you for a woman earlier.

”

Kyson’s eyebrows arched slightly, his tone cool.

“Do I look nice in this skirt?”

“Yes!” Dulcie replied earnestly.

“If I were a man, I would have fallen for you at first sight.

You look stunning, even more beautiful than me from a distance.

”

Kyson scoffed lightly, “You say that as if I’m not attractive otherwise, or as if your love for me depends on my attire.

”

Dulcie’s cheeks tinted with a blush.