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Chapter 21: The Little Box
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The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 66: THE FIGHT FOR US
Sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains of our master bedroom, painting the white duvet and hardwood floors in warm shades of gold. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, I woke up without the suffocating weight of fear sitting on my chest. I opened my eyes slowly. Liam was lying beside me on his side, one arm tucked beneath his head, his dark eyes fixed on my face. I blinked sleepily. “How long have you been staring at me?” “Long enough.” “That’s creepy, Mr. Montgomery.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “You’re beautiful when you sleep, Abby.” “I probably look like a mess.” “You snore.” My eyes widened. “I do not!” “You definitely do.” “I absolutely do not, Liam!” A low chuckle escaped him. I grabbed the pillow behind my back and smacked it against his chest. “You are an absolute liar!” Before he could retaliate, the heavy double doors of the master suite flew open. “Mommy!” Charlotte came sprinting into the room, launching herself onto
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 69: NEVER GIVE UP
He slowly turned the phone toward me. It was an urgent system alert from his executive assistant: URGENT — BROOKE CAPITAL ANNOUNCES NEW PARTNERSHIP My smile vanished completely. I tapped the attached press link, and a high-definition photograph of Felicia Brooke flashed across the screen. She was standing at a podium in London, surrounded by international investors and corporate executives. The headline read: FELICIA BROOKE SECURES MAJOR EUROPEAN INVESTMENT ALLIANCE I frowned, my stomach tightening. “Already? How is she making moves this fast after the board meeting?” Liam nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing. “She had this lined up before she ever walked into our boardroom.” I scrolled down the article. It detailed how Brooke Capital had secured strategic backing from several European investment consortiums and was aggressively positioning itself to acquire significant shares in firms tied directly to the British financial market—specifically targeting Montgomery International’s
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 67: THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
My eyes closed. I knew exactly what he meant. Not back to the penthouse. Not back to the corporate world. Back to us. That morning, Liam insisted on bringing breakfast upstairs himself. I sat against the padded headboard while Charlotte watched cartoons beside me. Liam entered carrying a silver tray loaded with fresh fruit, croissants, eggs, and freshly squeezed juice. “Breakfast is served.” He placed the tray in front of us. I stared at it. “Why are you feeding me like European royalty?” “Because you are.” Charlotte immediately raised her hand. “Daddy, I want chocolate pancakes.” “You already ate two downstairs.” “I want three more.” Liam looked at me. “Your mother is a terrible influence.” I gasped. “Don’t blame my sweet personality for her sweet tooth!” Liam picked up a strawberry. “Open.” I stared at him. “Are you seriously hand-feeding me?” “Hu-um.” “I can feed myself.” “I know.” He held the strawberry closer. “Open.” I rolled my eyes but obeye
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 68: THE SHADOW OVER PARADISE
The private jet lounge smelled faintly of dark roast coffee, warm vanilla, and polished Italian leather. I sat beside the oval window, watching London disappear beneath us. Grey buildings shrank into tiny shapes until the city vanished beneath a blanket of white clouds. For the first time in what felt like forever, we were leaving everything behind. Just Liam, Charlotte, and me. A real family vacation. I leaned my head against the window and smiled. “Happy?” Liam’s deep voice came from beside me. I turned. He had already set aside his tablet and was watching me. “Very.” “Good.” I smiled softly. “You know, Lee, I think this might be the first time we’ve gone somewhere without a crisis waiting for us.” Liam raised an eyebrow. “Don’t say that.” “Why?” “Because every time you say something like that, something happens.” I laughed. “You’re becoming superstitious.” “I’m becoming experienced.” I reached across the space between us and squeezed his hand. “Nothing is going to h
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 65: AGATHA’S TRUE WORDS
The master bedroom was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the bedside lamps, casting long shadows across the plush ivory carpet. The quiet storm outside seemed miles away, swallowed by the profound stillness that had settled between Liam and me. We sat together on the edge of the large king-sized bed, side by side, the heavy mahogany box resting open between us. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached into the velvet interior and lifted the leather-bound journal. The cover was soft, worn by time, and stamped with faded gold initials: A.H. The delicate scent of dried lavender and faint tea leaves rose from the yellowed pages as I carefully opened the first leaf. Liam shifted closer, his presence a steady, warm anchor against my side. He didn't speak. He simply remained there, silent and strong, allowing me the space to face the ghosts of my past. I turned the pages, recognizing my mother's elegant, fluid cursive handwriting. Agatha Hart had been a woman of quiet grace, sharp int
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 64: PATRICK’S CONFESSION
The silence in the penthouse living room was no longer filled with suspicion, but with the suffocating weight of ten years of hidden truths. My father remained on his knees for a moment longer, his shoulders trembling beneath the heavy wool of his coat. Seeing Patrick Hart—a man whose pride had always been his unyielding fortress, a titan who had weathered corporate scandals with a jaw carved from granite—broken and weeping on the polished hardwood floor shattered something deep within my chest. "Dad, please... get up," I whispered, my voice cracking as I sank to my knees beside him. Patrick lifted his head slowly, his tear-streaked face looking aged and weathered beyond his years. He reached out with trembling, worn hands, gently taking my right hand into his left, while his right hand gripped Liam’s wrist. With a steady, deliberate movement, he drew our hands together, resting them flat against the cool, dark mahogany lid of the vintage wooden box. He held our joined hands ther
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