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Chapter 39: Charlotte’s Sleepover
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2026-09-12 10:07:01
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The grand ballroom of the Grand Hyatt was bathed in the warm, glittering light of giant crystal chandeliers. Orchestral music drifted through the air, mingling with the low hum of laughter, clinking champagne flutes, and the quiet rustle of expensive silk. Tonight was the annual Montgomery Foundation Charity Gala—a high-stakes event where London's elite gathered to network, donate millions, and scrutinize every move of the city’s most influential power couples. "Are you ready, Abby?" I turned away from the vanity mirror in our private suite to look at my husband. Liam was standing near the doorway, looking effortlessly, breathlessly handsome in a bespoke black tuxedo. His crisp white shirt accentuated his broad shoulders, his dark hair styled back with meticulous precision. My heart did a familiar, thrilling flip in my chest. "I think so," I murmured, stepping out from behind the vanity. I was wearing a floor-length emerald green silk gown that clung to my waist before cascading
The Wife He Loves to Hate Chapter 40: The Giraffe and the Ice Cream Incident
"Mommy, look! Daddy has ears now!" Charlotte squealed, clapping her hands with pure glee as she pointed at her father. I adjusted my matching headband—a pair of soft, fuzzy cheetah ears—and stepped back to admire my handiwork. There stood Liam Montgomery, titan of industry and feared CEO, wearing a tailored navy polo, dark jeans, and a pair of plush, floppy giraffe ears resting directly atop his neatly styled dark hair. "Abby, is this entirely necessary?" Liam asked, his voice deadpan, though he made no actual attempt to remove the headband. To complete the ensemble, Charlotte and I were wearing matching pastel-yellow sundresses printed with tiny cartoon animals. I had even bought a coordinating yellow pocket square for Liam's polo. "Daddy is so cute!" Charlotte giggled, running up to tug on his hands. "Mommy said we have to wear matching outfits so we don't get lost in the crowds!" "Mommy is very thorough," Liam murmured, his dark eyes meeting mine over Charlotte’s head. A fain
The Wife He Loves to Hate Chapter 39: Charlotte’s Sleepover
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long, amber shadows across Charlotte's massive canopy bed. It was nearly ten at night, but our five-year-old daughter was showing zero signs of sleepiness. She was bouncing lightly on her mattress, wearing her favorite fluffy star-patterned pajamas, holding a giant teddy bear in her arms while looking back and forth between Liam and me. "No, Charlotte," Liam said softly, standing near the edge of the bed with his arms loosely crossed over his chest. He had changed into a dark gray t-shirt and flannel lounge pants, looking entirely relaxed, yet his posture held a faint edge of hesitation. "Daddy has an early meeting tomorrow morning. You need a good night's sleep, and so do Mommy and I." "But Daddy!" Charlotte pouted, sticking her bottom lip out in a masterclass of tragic negotiation. "The storm outside is making weird noises against the window! The monsters are definitely going to come if I'm all alone!" "There are no monsters in this house,
The Wife He Loves to Hate Chapter 38: The Man I Used to Be
The elevator ride to the top floor of Montgomery International was a blur of steel, glass, and suffocating anxiety. After leaving Charlotte in the safe, quiet care of my father's housekeepers, I had driven straight to Liam's headquarters. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs with every passing second, my fingers gripping my handbag so tightly my knuckles turned white. He took on my debts. He paid for my freedom. The words echoed continuously in my mind, burning like acid in my chest. When the elevator doors chimed and slid open onto the executive penthouse floor, Josh was standing near the grand desk, holding a stack of files. He looked up, his professional expression instantly shifting into mild surprise. "Mrs. Montgomery?" Josh asked softly. "Is everything alright? Mr. Montgomery is just wrapping up a—" "Where is he, Josh?" I interrupted, my voice raspy and breathless, my eyes wild with raw desperation. "I need to see him. Right now." Josh paused, taking in my flushed che
The Wife He Loves to Hate Chapter 37: The Secret in the Box
The soft, cheerful chime above the entrance of L'Étoile echoed through the luxurious boutique. Sunlight poured through the tall glass display windows, illuminating racks of designer silk dresses and miniature tailored coats. "Mommy, look!" Charlotte squealed, dragging me by the hand toward a display of matching pastel-pink dresses. "We can be twins!" I couldn't help but laugh as she held a tiny tulle dress up to her chest, twirling in front of the full-length mirror. After the chaos of last night’s burnt chicken and late-night pizza, taking Charlotte out for a relaxed shopping afternoon felt like a breath of fresh air. For two hours, we turned the fitting rooms into our personal runway. I tried on an elegant emerald silk dress, while Charlotte proudly showed off three different velvet coats, striking dramatic poses that made the boutique assistants giggle behind their hands. "We'll take these two dresses, the winter coat, and the matching hair ribbons, please," I said with a
The Wife He Loves to Hate Chapter 36: The Dinner Disaster
The kitchen looked like a battlefield, and I was losing horribly. Thick gray smoke billowed toward the ceiling, setting off the high-tech smoke detector, which emitted an ear-splitting, mechanical screech. I frantically waved a wooden kitchen towel in the air, trying to clear the air, while a pot of marinara sauce bubbled violently on the stove, splashing dark red spots across the pristine white marble backsplash like a scene from a crime movie. I had wanted so badly to make things right after the terrifying altercation with Vienna and Liam’s subsequent retreat behind his icy walls. I wanted to give us a normal evening. A home-cooked meal. A real family dinner. Instead, I had managed to incinerate the roast chicken, overboil the pasta into a gummy paste, and paint the entire kitchen red. "Mommy, is the house on fire?" I turned around, gasping for breath, to see Charlotte standing at the entrance of the kitchen. She was holding a throw pillow over her face, her big brown eyes wide
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