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CHAPTER 101: UNUSUALLY QUIET
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2026-10-13 13:49:59
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The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 102: A JEALOUS HUSBAND
Liam Montgomery was many things. Intelligent. Composed. Infuriatingly confident. And, apparently, terrible at pretending he wasn’t jealous. I discovered the last one approximately thirty seconds after he read Finn Wilson’s message on my phone. He hadn’t meant to look. At least, I didn’t think he had. I was standing in the penthouse foyer, still staring at the old photograph Finn had sent me, when Liam approached from behind and softly asked what was wrong. I turned the glowing screen toward him. His dark eyes moved over the picture first—taking in the twenty-year-old version of me laughing beneath the trees with Finn's arm wrapped around my shoulders. Then his gaze dropped to the text message printed beneath it: > You were always supposed to be mine, Abby. > The shift in Liam's posture was subtle, but terrifyingly unmistakable. His sharp jaw locked tight. The warm, tender light completely vanished from his dark eyes, replaced by an arctic, lethal chill. At his side, his l
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 101: UNUSUALLY QUIET
“Lee?” I murmured. “Hmm?” “You’re unusually quiet, Mr. Montgomery.” “I’m reflecting, Abby.” “You can reflect and talk to your wife.” He turned his head to look at me, his dark eyes unreadable. “You look as though you have a great deal weighing on your mind.” I turned my face toward the window. “I do.” He waited in silence, offering no pressure. I knew that if I chose to voice my thoughts, he would listen with total devotion. He had proven that in the ballroom. But there was an intimidating weight to the question I needed to face—or perhaps the question he might be hesitating to ask me. I decided not to wait for him to ask. “Are you going to ask me whether I still hold feelings for Finn?” I asked quietly. Liam’s hands remained relaxed over his knee. “Would you give me an honest answer if I did?” “Yes.” “Then I am asking.” He looked directly into my eyes. “Do you still have feelings for him, Abby?” There it was. No accusation. No territorial demand for reassu
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 100: YOU HAVE NO RIGHT
For several long seconds, I could only stare at Finn. I never stopped loving you, Abby. Those words should have shattered my world once. Perhaps they would have made the twenty-year-old version of myself weep with bittersweet relief, or wonder whether the boy who had broken her heart might still be the person she was meant to be with. But I wasn’t that girl anymore. At least, not entirely. I carried her memories, her raw wounds, and her unanswered questions. Yet I was also a woman who had a husband standing faithfully beside her, a little girl who called her Mommy, and a life she was actively fighting to claim. I couldn't allow a ghost from my past to write the script for the woman I was becoming. “Don’t,” I said, my voice dropping into a clear, steady register. Finn’s expression faltered, a flicker of hurt crossing his features. “Don’t what, Abby?” “Don’t tell me you never stopped loving me as though those words change a single thing.” “Abby—” “You cheated on me
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 99: THE TRUTH
“Stella and I...” He exhaled sharply, running a hand over his neck. “It was never what you thought it was.” A humorless laugh nearly escaped my lips. “I saw you kissing her, Finn.” “I know.” “I saw her holding you. I saw you holding her back. I wasn't imagining things.” “I’m not saying you were, Abby!” “Then what exactly are you trying to tell me?” He glanced around at the surrounding guests, clearly uncomfortable with the public setting. “Our relationship... what happened with Stella... it was never real in the way you and I were real.” I stared at him, incredulous. “You cheated on me with her, Finn,” I said, every word crisp and deliberate. “And now you’re standing here telling me it didn't mean anything?” “That’s not what I meant!” “Then explain it properly.” Finn rubbed his jaw, his composure faltering under my gaze. “Stella and I were together for a short time after that, but it was a massive mistake. We were young, foolish, and reckless. Whatever happened bet
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 98: THE BOY WHO BETRAYED ME
The invitation arrived on a Thursday morning. A charity gala hosted by the Bennett Foundation, complete with a formal dinner, a silent auction, and a guest list packed with prominent business leaders, philanthropists, and figures who regularly graced society pages. Under normal circumstances, I would have viewed it as a pleasant opportunity to spend an evening outside the penthouse walls. Tonight, however, a single name on the guest list altered everything. Finn Wilson. I stared at the name displayed on my phone screen, my thumb hovering in midair. Finn Wilson. For a brief, disorienting second, the elegant living room around me dissolved. I was no longer sitting on the sofa in the home I shared with my husband and daughter. I was twenty years old again, standing in a place I had spent years trying to forget, watching the boy I loved kiss another girl. Stella Bennett. The memory resurfaced without warning, sharp and unforgiving—Finn’s hands on her waist, Stella’s ar
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 97: THE PHOTOGRAPH IN THE DRAWER
I found the photograph while looking for a charger. Liam had gone downstairs to take a call, leaving me alone in his bedroom. My phone was almost out of battery, and I remembered seeing a spare charger inside the drawer of his bedside table. I opened the first drawer. There were a few pens, a small notebook, and a watch box. The second drawer held some documents and a collection of old photographs bound together with a thin ribbon. I hesitated. I wasn’t sure whether I should look through them. The drawer belonged to Liam, and the photographs might contain memories he had never intended to share. But then I saw Charlotte’s face on the top photograph. I carefully lifted it. It was a picture of the three of us standing in front of a Christmas tree. Charlotte was small enough to fit comfortably in my arms, her cheeks round and her hair tied into two tiny ponytails. Liam stood beside me, his hand resting on my shoulder. I was smiling at the camera. Not the careful smile I had s
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