Page 28 of The Rancher's Unloved Wife

You have no reason to feel guilty,she chided herself.

Ryu was a good man.

He was, in fact, thenicestbillionaire she had ever met.

Or the nicestcriminal.

But even so.

She still wanted out of this marriage.

Because finding out that he had another woman...was how she had also realized she had already fallen in love with him.

"GOOD EVENING, EVERYONE!"

Summerine clapped alongside all the other guests as the stage curtains parted to reveal a curvaceous blonde dressed in a little black dress and stilettos.

Since the woman was also very much pregnant, the outfit should have been a horrible choice. But Charlee-Mae being Charlee-Mae, she easily made it work and emerged instead as a picture of grace, sass, and motherhood at its lushest.

"How y'all doing?"

This, too, was classic Charlee-Mae, and the casual greeting had everyone laughing.

If only I had a fraction of her confidence,Summerine thought wistfully. Then maybe...she would have the courage to stay in her marriage and fight for her husband's love.

"I'm so tempted right now to speak in French, you guys."

Summerine bit back a smile as Charlee-Mae's announcement had most guests groaning...and then groaning anew when the audience cam zoomed in on Philippe de Rose's handsome face, whose expression was that of a man falling in love anew with his wife.

San Antonio's beloved heiress-turned-vlogger blew a kiss upon seeing the look on her husband's oh-so-gorgeous face."Je t'aime, mon coeur!"

Everyone understood what Charlee-Mae had said, but the way she had pronounced each word, well...

Charity balls were a dime a dozen these days, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that having Charlee-Mae as host wasone of the major reasons why guests were willing to pay $10,000 each for a dinner seat.

That being said...there was absolutely no denying Charlee-Mae's unique ability to destroy other people's eardrums with her husband's native language. It was, in a word,atrocious...or at least it did so to everyone's ears save for the French wine-making tycoon himself, whose gorgeous features were now stained by a light flush.

The more terrible his wife's accent, the more attracted the French billionaire was, apparently, and wasn't it the sweetestandoddest proof of true love?

Charlee-Mae turned to her audience with the widest of smiles. "I don't care what you all think. My husband loves my French, and so that makes it official. My French is the best, period. And speaking of best..."

A stage assistant handed her a velvet envelope.

"The votes are in, and without further ado...this year's Most Romantic Couple of San Antonio is none other than—-"

Charlee-Mae opened the envelope with a flourish.

"Mr. and Mrs. Ryu Harcourt."

Most Romantic Couple

THE LIVE CAM IMMEDIATELYpanned to the recipients of the award, and Charlee-Mae felt like aww-ing with the rest of the audience.

It was only two years ago that Ryu Harcourt had bought a ranch in Evergreen, Texas, and the mystery surrounding his past had only whetted the appetite of every single lady in San Antonio.

Charlee-Mae could still remember how all the women had vied for his attention like crazy. But it was all for naught, with the billionaire taking the city by surprise when he made the incredibly ladylike Summerine his bride.

And if rumors were to be believed, theirs was also a whirlwind romance much like Charlee-Mae and Philippe's, with Ryu supposedly taking one look at the girl and falling head over heels.

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