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Chapter 20: I Didn’t Want Another Wedding
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The Billionaire’s Wife Does Not Exist Chapter 51: My Husband Came Out Looking for Me
I studied his face and genuinely couldn’t tell. He let me sit in that uncertainty for only a few seconds.“They confirmed me.”Roman was officially Chairman.But he’d come outside before celebrating with the board, before calling his mother, before letting anyone congratulate him properly. I was the first person he’d wanted to see.I threw my arms around him before remembering we were standing outside a formal board meeting. He laughed and caught me anyway, nothing ceremonious about it.“What happened?” I asked.He kept it brief. He’d defended the flexible arrangement himself, made his own case, no vote from me involved. He’d convinced enough directors that being a husband with a life outside Ashbourne didn’t make him less capable of leading it.“You told me to earn it.”“Did you?”“Apparently.”“Then congratulations, Mr. Chairman.”I kissed him.He told me quietly, afterward, that when the final vote came through, he’d expected the enormous triumph he’d imagined for years. He’d felt
The Billionaire’s Wife Does Not Exist Chapter 50: Tonight, We Walked Into Both Our Worlds
Roman kept losing his train of thought while I finished getting ready, watching me from the bed with a distracted, half-buttoned shirt that suggested he’d stopped paying attention to it several minutes ago.“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re going to miss my event.”“I’m evaluating the dress.”“You’ve been evaluating it for six minutes.”“It’s a complicated dress.”I laughed, and he came up behind me while I fastened an earring, his hands settling at my waist, his mouth finding my shoulder in a way that nearly undid the earring entirely. I had to remind him, twice, that we actually had somewhere to be.“This apartment has become increasingly hostile to punctuality,” he murmured, and I pulled myself away before it became a genuine problem.At the collection, people found me before Roman even got a chance to be noticed, congratulating me on the Director position, asking about my conservation philosophy, one collector already angling to discuss a future project. Roman didn’t int
The Billionaire’s Wife Does Not Exist Chapter 49: My Husband Spent the Night in My Bed
The door hadn't even fully closed before I kissed him, whatever restraint we'd managed at the collection gone completely. He dropped the food and his bag somewhere inconvenient, and neither of us cared."I thought you brought me home for dinner," he murmured."You were misinformed."This was different from the reconciliation months, different from the careful, grateful hunger of relearning each other. This was just want, plain and certain, no fear tangled into it anymore. He still paused for half a second, some old habit of checking before taking anything for granted, and I pulled him closer before he could finish the thought.He knew exactly how I liked to be touched. I knew exactly which look meant he was pretending to be more patient than he felt. He said something smug against my ear and I told him to stop talking, and he laughed at entirely the wrong moment, and I kissed him again just to make him quiet."I missed my wife," he said at one point, quieter now."You had her on video
The Billionaire’s Wife Does Not Exist Chapter 48: My Husband Refused to Tell Me How to Vote
Legal confirmed the shape of it in a few plain sentences. I’d inherited a limited voting interest tied to an old trust. Roman’s Chairmanship had activated it, and because his appointment was being formally confirmed, my vote could matter.My first instinct wasn’t about Ashbourne at all.“Tell me how you need me to vote.”“No.”“You’re my husband.”“Exactly.”He admitted he wanted my vote badly. He wanted the Chair. He wanted me to believe he’d earned it. But he wouldn’t tell me how to use something that belonged to me and no one else.“I spent too many years believing being your husband gave me a vote in decisions that belonged to you,” he said. “I’m not doing the reverse now.”That hit differently than another apology would have. This wasn’t Roman asking forgiveness. This was proof he’d actually changed.“You’re allowed to want something from your wife.”He smiled. “Fine. I want you here.”That shifted everything.He was sitting in our bedroom at Hartwell House, and I was in my small
The Billionaire’s Wife Does Not Exist Chapter 47: I Didn’t Want My Husband to Go Home
Roman's charger was tangled beside my bed, his toothbrush leaning against mine, his watch sitting on the nightstand like it belonged there. I sat watching him fold shirts into his suitcase, aware of how much of him had already settled into a space I'd deliberately built to be entirely my own. Only days ago, that had mattered to me more than almost anything. Now I mostly just liked the evidence of him.I found myself inventing reasons he didn't need to leave so early."You're looking at me like you're considering hiding my passport," he said.I denied it."I considered hiding your shoes."He laughed, and the sound of it made the coming separation ache a little more instead of less.He had a Chairman meeting that afternoon, and I wasn't going to ask him to cancel it. I'd spent too many chapters of my own life insisting love shouldn't require him to keep sacrificing himself. But I also refused to smile and pretend I was fine."Do you want me to stay?" he finally asked."Yes." I let that
The Billionaire’s Wife Does Not Exist Chapter 46: The Woman Who Watched Me Sign It
Roman was trying to button his cuff one-handed while reading something on his phone when I finally took the device away from him and finished the button myself. He'd promised, before we even left the apartment, that this trip wouldn't turn into Ashbourne headquarters with better lighting."I've made three calls," he admitted."Before breakfast.""Chairman.""Annoying.""Husband."That last word softened me more than it should have, and he kissed me before we left, unhurried, like the meeting waiting for us wasn't the only thing on his mind.I'd expected him to want Camille summoned into some formal Ashbourne office. Instead he asked where I wanted to meet her, and when I chose a small café near the collection, he accepted it without trying to change the plan.Camille was visibly surprised when I walked in with Roman beside me."It's his marriage too," I told her, before she could ask.I set the document on the table between us and asked her directly why her signature was on it.She re
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