Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



Lowell and Alden were in tears, their emotions overflowing like a river after a storm.

Philip and the rest of the crowd were gobsmacked, their jaws practically hitting the floor at the scene unfolding before them. After a moment of stunned silence, chaos erupted.

"No way, no way! Irene's been gone for ages, she can't possibly be Irene! It has to be a hoax!"novelbin

"Yeah, yeah, you're right! This must be one of Clayton's tricks! He's staging this whole drama just to win!"

"And she didn't even look like this the other day. She must have had plastic surgery to impersonate Irene, trying to mimic Pamela's youthful appearance!"

They were in denial, refusing to believe that Irene was alive and had returned.

After all, if Irene came back with that 15% shareholding, they were doomed, completely and utterly defeated!

Tarquin, with a subtle twitch of his nose, helped the tearful father and daughter to their feet.

Then, casting a frosty glance over the crowd, he signaled Lowell.

Wiping away his tears, Lowell stepped forward with a stack of documents in hand.

"Here are the paternity tests between my wife and Mr. Hawkins, and here are the maternity tests between my wife and Mrs. Hawkins. Along with these documents, we can prove my wife's identity."

Philip and the others hurriedly examined the paternity tests!

To convince them, Tarquin had arranged for several paternity tests from different authoritative institutions.

There were tests from private hospitals and legal departments, all stamped with official seals for quick verification.

Elysia and Clayton were engulfed in their excitement, momentarily oblivious to the rest.

With Tarquin holding the fort, he pulled up a chair, sat down with an unreadable expression, and addressed the crowd.

"If anyone has doubts or questions, feel free to ask. I'll clarify them myself."

The crowd glanced at him, meeting his dark, prating gaze, and quickly looked away.

Their breathing was ragged, their bodies trembling, hands shaking as they held the documents.

Their faces were paler than a ghost!

They were savvy enough to know these documents were legitimate.

Their worst fear had materialized.

Clayton's daughter had returned!

Irene was indeed back!

Normally, they could twist facts and deny the truth if someone else presented the evidence. But with Tarquin personally delivering undeniable proof, who dared to object?

The situation had completely turned around.

Irene had returned with that crucial 15% shareholding, and Clayton had won!

They had lost, utterly and hopelessly, without a chance to recover.

It was all over for them.

Suddenly, Carl burst into tears, "Irene! It really is Irene! Our Irene is back, oh Lord, our Irene has returned, boo hoo hoo..."

Tarquin saw right through him, furrowing his brows and rolling his eyes in disgust.

Carl was clearly trying to switch sides now that he saw which way the wind was blowing.

Elysia, still wiping away her tears but momentarily putting aside the joy of their reunion, snapped, "Dad, let's talk about this later. Let's deal with the current issue first."

Clayton quickly agreed, nodding and wiping his own tears, "Yes, yes, yes."

Together, they turned their glare toward Carl.

Elysia indignantly said, "I am back! Sorry to disappoint you!"

Carl hurriedly responded, "Disappointed? How could I be? I'm genuinely thrilled you're back. Your parents and I have been searching for you so long, Irene!"

"You searching for me? Ha! Save your act; it makes me sick!"