Mark pov,

As I walked inside my mansion, I saw her sitting on the couch thinking something. My kids were talking to her, but she is too lost.

“Ian! Mom is not fine you both go and play in your playroom.” I said to him. William helped them to pick the stuff and leave.

“Wifey!” I whispered slightly shaking her. She landed in reality.

“Why you met our lawyer?” She asked instantly.

“You want me to write off property, so I went to discuss formalities. He already got bail.” I said in my haughty tone.

“What! He got bail so easily.” She asked in horror.

“You didn’t say the truth...