Husband

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It took Averie a lot of effort to calm herself down. 

By that time, Carlos had already finished most of his breakfast. He ate with an air of aristocratic elegance, like how he usually carried himself. He looked as though he had stepped right out of a magazine cover. 

Averie stared at him, increasingly convinced that only a man like him was worthy of being her husband. 

Neil snuggled next to Vera. He enjoyed being fed by his mommy so much that he swung his two feet while eating. 

“Bitch,” Averie cursed silently. “You can’t seduce Carlos, so you try to suck up to the bastard.” She had been doing that for five years and failed. Vera only just arrived, and she and Neil were close. Was it any wonder why Averie was resentful? 

“Carlos,” Averie called out, handing Carlos a napkin after waiting patiently for him to finish his breakfast. 

Carlos initially didn’t want to respond. However, when he saw Vera looking in his direction, he found himself answering, “Yes?” 

“The wedding photos we took were ready yesterday. Want to take a look? You can choose which ones you want to publicize,” Averie began, handing her phone to Carlos. She even glanced smugly at Vera. Averie was declaring to Vera she was Carlos’s future wife. 

Vera appeared indifferent, but she felt a pang of sadness. When she married Carlos, forget the wedding and dress, they didn’t even take a decent photo. Vera had naively thought that after she had the children, Carlos would give her some respect as his wife. How blind and pitiful she had been! 

“How about this one? We look close in this… And this. I’m smiling so sweetly in this one…” Averie chattered incessantly while selecting the photos, immensely satisfied. 

Vera’s face gradually darkened. She had thought five years was enough to get over Carlos, but once again, her heart was bleeding in agony. 

“Miss Flynn, why don’t you help us out?” Averie’s tone wasn’t a request but a condescending order. She wanted to humiliate Vera to make her back off. 

Vera’s gaze chilled. How dare Carlos and Averie flaunt their affection before her. Are they courting death? 

Vera put 

Neil 

down, telling him to play for a while. The clashes of adults should not involve the children. 

However, Ramon had already stepped in. “I can do that. Let me take a look.” Ramon went over and gasped dramatically. “Dear God, Miss Powell. Who took these? If I don’t know better, I’d think Mr. Monroe is your son. You look so old. Did you see the fine lines on your face? Even with makeup and lighting, there’s no hiding them. Do you even take care of yourself? And look, I can see your white hair here. How can you say you look good?” 

Ramon didn’t mince his words. Since Averie wanted to brag, he would ruin it for her. Ramon could easily find flaws in each of the photos. He wanted Averie to wish she had never seen them. 

“Are you blind? Take a good look. Do I look that bad?” Averie was so angry she stomped her foot. 

Ramon retorted without mercy, “Of course. Do you really need to ask? Besides, you’re not only ugly, you’re evil. Ramon winked at Vera. 

Averie could hardly catch her breath. “Y–you’re jealous. Why else would you say that? Only a fool will believe you.” 

Averie then turned to Carlos. “These photos are pretty good. Why don’t we enlarge them, frame them, and hang them in the living room?” She thought her request was sufficiently justified. “We’ll be married in two months. Our house should at least be decorated. Carlos, what do 

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