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Chapter Six: A Reason
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He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 183: My Husband Came Home and Went Straight to Me
I had changed my clothes once already and heard the sound of a car twice that wasn't him, and I was trying very hard to look like a woman calmly waiting for her husband rather than one who'd spent the last twenty minutes listening for a key in the lock. Then it actually happened. The key turned, and I froze for exactly one beat before the door opened.Damien stepped inside, jacket slung over one arm, shirt creased from the flight, suitcase trailing behind him, and his eyes found me before he'd even fully cleared the doorway. He didn't speak first. I didn't give him the chance to. I reached him before he'd properly shut the door, my arms going around his neck, his hands finding my waist, and the suitcase was abandoned somewhere near the entrance while everything else stopped mattering.The kiss wasn't tentative. It wasn't polite. It was four days of waiting collapsing into one moment, and he pulled me closer while I kissed him back with the same hunger, both of us finally, finally in t
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 182: My Husband Started Flirting Before He Even Landed
I was reviewing intake numbers for the second cohort when my phone buzzed on the desk. What are you wearing tomorrow? I stared at it for a second before typing back. Clothes. Unhelpful, he replied. Why do you need to know? Planning. I distrusted that word immediately. You are not planning my clothes. Then send options. Absolutely not.I finished the meeting, competent and focused despite him, and got back to my desk to find another message waiting. That evening on our call, he asked whether I was picking him up. "No," I told him. "You're really not coming to the airport?" "We've had enough emotional experiences in airports." "Fair," he said, and I told him the car would bring him home, that I'd be there instead. "And you'll be there?" "Where else would I be?" "Good," he said, and I heard how much that simple word carried.He asked why I wasn't coming, and I told him plainly. "I want you to come home." Not the country. Not landing safely. Him, walking through our door, back into the li
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 181: Six Days Until My Husband Came Home
I was not preparing for my husband. I was buying groceries like a normal person who happened to know exactly which bread Damien preferred and had somehow placed two loaves in the basket. I told myself this while also replacing the coffee I'd defiantly bought the wrong kind of for weeks, and moving his mug back beside mine on the shelf where it had always belonged before Singapore.During a call that evening, he noticed the coffee tin behind me on the counter before I'd said a word about it."Are you preparing for me?""No.""You bought my coffee.""We share a kitchen.""You hate that coffee.""I am capable of tolerance.""Apparently marriage has changed you," he said, entirely too pleased with himself, and I refused to give him the satisfaction of confirming anything."I like this," he said, a little later."What?""You making room for me before I get there.""Don't become emotional.""You keep saying that when you do something emotional."I had a full day of my own the next morning r
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 180: We Had Two Homes and I Still Wanted Him in Mine
The house looked exactly the way I'd left it, keys in the bowl, my papers stacked on the counter, and Damien's sweater still hanging in the wardrobe where he'd left it because he'd need something to wear when he came home. I touched the sleeve of it briefly on my way past. He still lived here. And apparently four days in Singapore had made me considerably less patient about waiting for him to prove it in person.My phone buzzed before I'd even unpacked. Is my wife home?Your wife has discovered you left an unreasonable number of shirts here, I typed back.Evidence that I intended to return.Your coffee remains indefensible.You voluntarily came back to it.I came back to better coffee.Cruel.I went back to Stage Zero the next morning, and one of the staff members welcomed me with an update I hadn't expected, a decision I'd delegated before leaving had gone exactly the way I'd have handled it myself. I felt something loosen in my chest at that, quiet proof the programme hadn't needed
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 179: This Goodbye Was Different
Damien locked the apartment door behind us, and I caught myself looking back once before we reached the elevator. He noticed, of course. "Your chair is still waiting.""I haven't chosen it yet.""I'm aware. Apparently my wife requires extensive furniture research."I was leaving, but I already expected to walk back through that door again, and the difference from the last time one of us had gone sat quietly beside me the whole way down.He drove me himself, and his hand kept finding mine at red lights, resting on my thigh, threading through my fingers when the traffic gave him a free hand. He was quieter than usual, and I asked if he was all right."No," he said, honestly. Then, after a beat, "I will be.""Me too," I admitted."I dislike your flight time," he said, a little later, trying for lightness."You approved nothing about it.""A serious administrative failure.""You were the one who said you'd take every one of the four days.""I was operating with incomplete information."So
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 178: He Didn’t Ask Me to Stay
Damien turned toward me in the dark, close enough that I could feel him searching my face even without much light to see by. "Do you mean you want to change your flight?"I realized, saying it out loud, that I didn't actually know. "I don't know. I just know I don't want tomorrow to come yet."He understood the distinction immediately. He didn't reach for his phone. He didn't start talking logistics. "Then I wish you could stay," he said, and I felt relief at hearing it, warm and immediate.But he still hadn't said the word itself. Stay.Understanding his restraint didn't make me immune to wanting to be wanted badly enough for someone to forget it for a second. I wanted to hear him be selfish about me, just once, not because I needed permission, but because sometimes being loved meant someone forgetting themselves a little on your behalf."Do you want me to stay?" I asked him directly."Yes." No hesitation at all. "Very much. More than I should probably admit while your flight is book
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