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Chapter Twenty
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2026-10-22 21:25:00
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Falling in love with my husband's son Chapter Twenty Two
Arthur’s wine glass slipped from his fingers, shattering against the rim of his plate as his wine bled across the white tablecloth. He didn’t blink. His gaze remained locked on Stefan. Beside him, Chloe panicked, her fingers darting out to catch Stefan’s arm in a desperate bid to manage the room. Stefan didn't just pull away; he shoved her off so hard she stumbled against the back of her chair. "Get your filthy hands off me, you whore, stop with the charade, you do not give two fucks about me," he snarled. He staggered, fighting his own balance, but reached for his glass again, tipping it back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, turning his wild eyes back toward the head of the table. "Aren't you tired of playing this role? You are a piece of shit, not worthy to be called a father. You keep taking everything from me, whatever you lay your hands on crumbles," Stefan shouted, his words slurring slightly around the alcohol as he poured himself another drink, swallowing it
Falling in love with my husband's son Chapter Twenty One
The flight from Texas had left a film of exhaustion over my skin, but sleep wasn't an option. The moment I dropped my bags, I headed straight for Ben’s complex, needing a tether to reality after hours of choking down Stefan and Chloe’s performative theater.I didn't expect to find Marcus stepping out of the brick archway of Ben’s lodge.He didn't see me. He pulled the glass door shut, adjusted his cuffs with a brisk, satisfied snap, and strode toward the parking lot without a single glance backward. I froze behind a thick concrete pillar, my mind racing. What business did Marcus have here, tucked away in this residential block?I didn't dwell on it long enough to find an answer. I took the stairs two at a time and pounded on Ben’s door until he pulled it open, blinking in surprise."Elena?" he started, but I pushed past him into the small, cluttered living room."I need your help," I said, not bothering with pleasantries. "Deep digging. Corporate records, shell accounts, private land
Falling in love with my husband's son Chapter Twenty
"This doesn't look professional," I whispered to Stefan, leaning in just as we crossed the threshold of the site office. He had brought her along—out of spite, out of convenience, or simply to build a wall between us.He didn't even turn his head. He brushed past me as if I had spoken into the wind, leaving me to step into the trailer alone while he lingered outside with the lead contractor.Outside the trailer’s tinted windows, Stefan stayed deep in discussion, but I wasn't looking at him anymore. My eyes were glued to the stack of blueprints spread across the folding desk.Right beside me, his guest leaned back against a filing cabinet, her voice dripping with cloying sweetness as Stefan finally stepped back through the door."Oh, Stefan, you simply *must* look at this layout," she cooed, sliding into his path and brushing her shoulder against his. Her hand trailed lazily down the lapel of his jacket, her voice rising in a soft laugh. "I mean, it’s just so massive. Don't you think i
Falling in love with my husband's son Chapter Nineteen
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Arthur’s face—that calculated twist of his mouth as he delivered the news right in front of everyone. He had planned it. In the hours since, he had been acting sweet, fluttering around with a creepy gentleness that made my skin crawl. But I didn't care about whatever game was playing in his head. My phone was dead silent. I had tried calling Stefan five times, but it was all in vain. I couldn't wait for sunrise. I just needed to see Stefan and explain myself. I was the first person to arrive at the office that morning. The hallways were dim and quiet, but I went straight to Stefan’s office and waited. Minutes dragged by until I finally heard his footsteps coming down the corridor. He walked right past me, opened his door, and stepped inside without acknowledging me. I followed him in, my pulse racing. He didn't ask me to sit or even look up as he put his briefcase down on his desk. The disgust in his eyes was cold enough to turn me to ash. "I wa
Falling in love with my husband's son Chapter Eighteen
"I suppose we should congratulate you on the acquisition before we even sit down, shouldn't we, Arthur?"Mr. Raymond's smooth voice cut across the executive conference room, sharp enough to snap the thin, agonizing tension that had been building since I stepped off the elevator.I kept my expression entirely neutral, though my pulse hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. My phone call with Arthur barely ten minutes ago still echoed in my mind—a summons that felt less like an invitation and more like a trap snapping shut. I didn't wait for a secretary to announce me; I had pushed past the frosted glass doors of Arthur’s executive floor and walked straight into the lion's den.And right there in the center of it all sat Marcus, leaning back in a leather chair with a casual, mocking smirk, while Mr. Raymond sat opposite Arthur, adjusting the silver band of his watch.Arthur looked up, a thin, polished smile touching his lips. He didn't look angry; he looked amused, which was infin
Falling in love with my husband's son Chapter Seventeen
The drive back from the medical facility felt endless, the silence inside the vehicle weighted down by the single clue we had managed to wring from Claire.*“Vanguard... Pharmaceuticals.”*She had repeated those two words after our persistent prompting, her vacant eyes briefly focusing on a point somewhere over my shoulder before completely checking out again. That was all she left us with before the nurse knocked on the door, firmly informing us that visiting hours were over. We walked out into the humid Texas heat with nothing but those two shredded words to show for our trouble.We had barely crossed state lines when the engine gave a sickly sputter and died completely. Stefan pulled the car onto the shoulder, killed the ignition, and popped the hood. I sat in the passenger seat, tapping my nails against the dashboard, my chest tight with a rising sense of panic."It's the alternator," Stefan said, stepping back into the car and wiping his grease-stained hands with a rag. "It's sho
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