Sam's office was a testament to his success as the CEO of Gilbert Construction Inc., one of the top-rated construction companies in America. The room was spacious, with a high ceiling and large windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline. The walls were adorned with framed awards and certificates, and the floor was covered with a plush, cream-colored carpet.

Sam's desk was a large, mahogany monstrosity, with a sleek, silver laptop sitting atop it. The laptop screen displayed a chart, with lines and numbers that seemed to dance across the page. Sam's eyes were fixed on the chart, his brow furrowed in concentration, as he tried to make sense of the data.

But his phone rang, shrill and insistent, breaking the silence of the room. Sam's head jerked up, his eyes narrowing as he reached for the phone. He answered it, his voice firm and commanding.

But as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line, his face turned pale. The delivery company was calling to inform him that their delivery man had returned his package, as his wife had refused to claim it.

Sam's eyes widened as he processed the information. He knew the message, and he understood the message: Elizabeth had just delivered her message to him, and in clear understanding, it was "go to hell."

He ended the call, his mind racing with thoughts of the consequences of his actions. He was in for a deep ride, and not even his wealth could save him if Elizabeth should take it up legally. He was the CEO of Gilbert Construction Inc., and a bigamy lawsuit would stir up rivalry in his company, making them vulnerable to hostile takeover.

"What will I do now?" he queried himself, his heart beating faster. "Isn't it too late to file for divorce now?" He became lost in his thoughts, disoriented from the work he was supposed to do.

The reason he had established the downstate as the HQ of his company, with many branches all over America, was to stay away from Elizabeth and live a free life outside marriage. He had wanted to engage in other marital activities with another lady, without the constraints of his marriage to Elizabeth.

But now, he knew he had screwed up. He had played with fire, and now he was getting burned. He had never intended for Elizabeth to find out about his second family, but now that she had, he didn't know how to get off the hook that had caught him like a fish.

Sam's eyes wandered around the room, as if searching for a way out of the mess he had created. But there was none. He was trapped, and he didn't know how to escape.

The knock on the door was soft and tentative, a stark contrast to Sam's loud and angry outburst. The person on the other side of the door hesitated for a moment before speaking up.

"Sir, it's your assistant, Rachel," she said, her voice calm and professional. "You have a meeting with the board of directors 30 minutes ago. They're waiting for you in the conference room."

Sam's anger slowly dissipated as he took a deep breath and composed himself. He couldn't let his personal problems affect his work, not now, when his company was on the line.

"Thank you, Rachel," he said, his voice calm and collected. "I'll be right there."

As he made his way to the conference room, Sam's mind was still reeling with thoughts of Elizabeth, Judy, and his two families. He knew he had to find a way to fix the mess he had created, but he had no idea where to start.

As he entered the conference room, Sam was greeted by the familiar faces of his board of directors. They were all successful businesspeople, and they looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Good morning, everyone," Sam said, taking his seat at the head of the table. "I apologize for being late. Let's get started, shall we?"

The meeting was a blur for Sam, as he struggled to focus on the discussion at hand. His mind kept wandering back to his personal problems, and he found himself wondering what Elizabeth was doing right now, and whether Judy was still angry with him.

As the meeting drew to a close, Sam's phone buzzed with an incoming text message. He glanced at the screen, his heart sinking as he saw Judy's name.

"What's wrong?" one of the board members asked, noticing Sam's expression.

Sam hesitated for a moment before responding. "It's just a personal matter," he said, trying to brush it off. "Nothing to worry about."

But as he left the conference room and made his way back to his office, Sam couldn't shake off the feeling that his personal problems were about to spill over into his professional life, with disastrous consequences.

Sam's eyes lingered on the phone for a moment before he finally picked it up and dialed Judy's number. She answered on the first ring, her voice shrill with annoyance.

"Where were you?" she demanded. "I called you and you didn't pick up. What's going on?"

Sam sighed, feeling a headache coming on. "I'm sorry, Judy. I was in a meeting. I didn't mean to ignore your call."

Judy's tone didn't soften. "You always do this, Sam. You always ignore me when it's convenient for you. But I'm not going to let you ignore me this time. We need to talk about our situation."

Sam's gut twisted with anxiety. He knew where this conversation was going, and he wasn't ready for it. "Judy, please. Can't we talk about this later? I have a lot on my plate right now."

"No, Sam," Judy said, her voice firm. "We need to talk about this now. You've been avoiding this conversation for too long. We need to discuss about your divorce with Elizabeth."

Sam's heart sank. He had been dreading this conversation, and now it was staring him right in the face. "Judy, I don't know if now is the right time for this conversation. Elizabeth just found out about us, and I don't know how she's going to respond."

"I don't care about Elizabeth," Judy said, her voice cold. "I care about us, and our future together. We need to move forward with our lives, Sam. And that means getting a divorce with Elizabeth will mean a lot for me."

Sam felt like he was being pulled in two different directions. He didn't know what to do, or how to make everyone happy. All he knew was that he was in for a wild ride, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for it.

Sam's eyes widened as he listened to Judy's outburst over the phone. He had never seen her so angry and possessive before. Her words cut deep into his heart, especially when she referred to Elizabeth as a "bitch". He felt a pang of guilt and regret for putting himself and his loved ones in this situation.

As Judy hung up the phone, Sam slumped back in his office chair, his mind reeling with thoughts of the mess he had created. He loved all of his children, regardless of who their mother was. But Judy's words had left him with a deep scar in his heart.

He couldn't believe that Judy would say such hurtful things about Elizabeth and their children. Didn't she understand that they were innocent victims in all of this? Didn't she care that her words would only serve to drive a deeper wedge between them?

As he sat there, feeling helpless and trapped, Sam's thoughts turned to Elizabeth and their children. How were they doing? Were they okay? Did they hate him for what he had done?

He felt a wave of sadness wash over him as he realized that he might never be able to make things right with Elizabeth and their children. He had hurt them too deeply, and now he was facing the consequences of his actions.

As the minutes ticked by, Sam's phone remained silent. He knew that Judy was still angry with him, and he didn't blame her. He had let her down, just as he had let Elizabeth and their children down.

He sighed heavily, feeling the weight of his mistakes bearing down on him. He knew that he had to find a way to make things right, but he had no idea where to start.

As he sat there, feeling lost and alone, Sam's eyes fell on a photo of his children with Elizabeth. They were smiling and happy, and Sam's heart ached with regret and longing. He knew that he had to find a way to make things right with them, no matter what it took.