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Unexplainable Suspicion
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2026-04-10 22:47:55
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His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Silas’s Confession
Julian's POV I heard every word.Silas thought the walls were thick enough. He thought distance was enough. It never is. Not with me.I stood in the corridor outside his apartment door for exactly four minutes before I walked away. Four minutes of listening to him hand her his heart like she had any business holding it. 'Love at first sight.' From the wedding. He'd been carrying that around for months, feeding it in silence, letting it grow.My right hand.The man I trusted with my life.I made it back to the penthouse before I let myself feel any of it.---Marcus was waiting in my office when I got in. One look at my face and he shut his mouth, set down whatever report he'd been holding, and found something urgent to study on the far wall. Smart man. He'd been with me long enough to read the difference between my moods. There was the cold that meant I was calculating. The quiet that meant someone had already been dealt with.And then there was this.He'd never seen this one before.
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Julian’s Obsession
Julian's POVShe thinks I'm asleep.I'm not.I've been lying here for the past hour, eyes half-shut, watching her through the dark. She's on her side, her back to me, but her breathing is wrong. Too shallow. Too controlled. The kind of breathing people do when they're trying very hard to look like they're not thinking.Lauren thinks a lot at night.She always has.I noticed it early, weeks before I let myself look at her the way I look at her now. She'd lie there, with the whole penthouse quiet, and I could practically hear her mind working and calculating. It was the first thing that told me she was different.The old Serena never thought that hard. The old Serena drank, schemed, and slept like a log of wood.This new Serena? She carries weight in her sleep.I shifted quietly, propping myself up on one elbow. The city's light leaked through the curtains and caught the curve of her neck, the line of her shoulder. My jaw tightened.I'd noticed the cologne three days ago.It was faint
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Man Waiting in the Dark
Lauren’s POV The penthouse felt smaller every day.Or maybe Julian just took up more space.I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Seattle, and felt him before I heard him. That was the thing about Julian Cross—you didn't need to see him coming. Your body just knew."You've been standing there for twenty minutes."I didn't turn around. "Didn't realize I now needed your permission to look out a window."His footsteps were slow and deliberate. He stopped close enough that his reflection appeared in the glass beside mine—dark eyes, jaw set, watching me watch the city."You didn't sleep last night," he said."Neither did you.""I was working.""So was I." I finally turned, and that was a mistake, because he was closer than I'd calculated. His hand came up immediately, two fingers hooking under my chin, tilting my face toward himself."You look like hell," he said. But his voice was soft when he said it. That was the dangerous version.I pulled my chin back. "Thank you. Really
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Between Fire and Air
Lauren’s POV The coffee shop Silas had picked was the kind of place nobody looked twice at.No marble countertops. No overpriced lattes with foam art. Just scuffed stools, a counter that had seen better years, and a cashier who looked like she was still half asleep. The kind of place I would have killed for on a twelve-hour poker shift, back when surviving meant showing up and not showing weakness.He was already there when I walked in, tucked into the farthest booth, back to the wall. Old habit. Smart habit. I knew it because I had the same one.I slid in across from him without a greeting."You're late," he said."Julian asked where I was going." I pulled off my coat and dropped it beside me. "Had to spend ten minutes convincing him I wanted air, not an escape route."Silas's jaw tightened slightly. He wrapped both hands around his mug and said nothing.That was the thing about him. He never pushed. Never pried. He just waited, and somehow that was worse, because it gave me nowhere
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Truth He Sees
Lauren’s POV Silas's plan still sat in my chest like a splinter I couldn't reach.I'd told him no. Clean, flat and final. I had watched his jaw tighten and his eyes go carefully neutral, the way they did when he was absorbing something that hurt but refused to show it. He hadn't pushed. He never pushed. That was the thing about Silas—he laid his cards on the table and then stepped back and let you decide what to do with them.Julian never stepped back.Julian leaned in until you couldn't breathe.I was thinking about that as I sat across from him at dinner, watching him cut into his steak with the kind of controlled precision that reminded me he did everything with that same terrifying exactness. The dining room was quiet. The soft lighting, the crystal glasses. All the trappings of a life I had no business pretending to belong to."You're quiet tonight," Julian said, not looking up."I'm always quiet at dinner.""No." He lifted his eyes to mine. "You're usually bracing for a fight.
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Plan
Lauren’s POV The gala was Julian's idea of a leash.Three hours of champagne flutes and designer smiles and men who looked at me like they were calculating what I was worth. Julian stayed close the entire night—hand at my back, lips near my ear, voice low enough that only I could catch the threat wrapped inside every compliment he paid me in front of his associates. *You look stunning tonight, Serena.* Translation: *Don't embarrass me.* *Stay close.* Translation: *I see every move you make.*I played the part. Smiled when I was supposed to. Laughed at the right moments. Touched his arm like I meant it.I was exhausted by the time we stepped outside into the cold Seattle night.The rain had started while we were inside—the kind that doesn't come down hard, just exists, a grey steady presence that soaks through everything eventually. Valets were scrambling and Julian's driver was pulling the car around. I stood under the shade with my arms crossed, wishing I could rip off Serena's heel
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Cruise Table
CHAPTER FIFTEENLAUREN’S POVI stopped breathing.Julian stood at the entrance of Dante Rossi’s private dining room like he had walked in just to make the whole ship remember who mattered more.His eyes found mine first.And just like that, every stupid choice that had brought me here climbed up my
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Interrogation
CHAPTER ELEVENLAUREN’S POVJulian did not rush me.That was the first thing that made it worse.He just stood there for a second, looking down at me like he had all the time in the world, like he was deciding which part of me to cut open first. Then he dragged another chair across the floor and sa
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession An Ex From The Past
CHAPTER SIXLAUREN’S POV “Shock,” I shot back immediately. “It's called shock, Julian. Have you heard of it?”His eyes narrowed. “Shock doesn't stop basic human reflexes. You stood there like a stone.”“Maybe I'm just used to the pain of being around you,” I spat.He opened his mouth to reply, his
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession A Secret Message and a Goodnight Cuddle
CHAPTER SEVENTEENLAUREN’S POVBy the time Julian brought me to a lunch meeting, I already knew one thing.Being his wife was not just exhausting.It was dangerous.The building was all glass, steel, and expensive silence. Men in suits moved too carefully. Women in polished smiles watched too much.
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