My Boss, My Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

My life over the past two weeks had been a series of tragedies. Another example of this was the constant banging I heard coming from the room next to mine. I didn't need to get creative with guesses; it was the sound of Jenna's bed frame hitting the wall, a sound that I'd learned about since last week.Yes, she was having sex with her date from last Friday in her room.This was a studio apartment, with a half-wall dividing "the only room" from the area with the couch and kitchen. There were no real walls, and sound traveled freely. Let's just say I had been a privileged listener to things I didn't want to hear. I tried to get comfortable in about five different positions on her living room sofa and covered my ears with a pillow. It didn't work; I could still hear everything clearly, so clearly that I felt like a pervert."Derek, go slower, the bed's making a lot of noise," Jenna thought she whispered."It shouldn't be audible. If it was, your friend would have told us," replied the

"Marianne Fairmount. Sister of the bride," I said with a sinister smile. "The sister... of the bride," he mentioned slowly. He seemed like he wanted to tell me something, but held back. "Would you like some champagne? The guests are gathered in the living room, and dinner will be ready in a few minutes."I took one of the glasses because I knew I would need it. As I walked to the area he indicated, my path was suddenly halted by the sight of the other guests scattered around the various pieces of furniture in the room.One of my aunts wore a long, deep blue dress, which was accompanied by the pearls she wore for special events. Another friend of Serge’s was in a tuxedo. Amanda's friends were in a corner, each dressed more spectacularly than the next, all with very elaborate makeup. This wasn't a casual gathering; everyone was dressed in formal attire. Including the bride, who was approaching me triumphantly and victoriously. Was it surprising that the bride, alias my sister, wa

"We had agreed to save the news for another celebration, dear," my father commented.Seeing him like this was like seeing the very image of hypocrisy. He knew the truth, that this was all a farce, that less than two weeks ago, I was in love with Andrew and wanted to give him a thousand children. But would Serge Fairmount admit that he didn't have control over his perfect family? Never."I'm sorry, Dad. I just got excited. Can you imagine? Me being her maid of honor and her being mine?" I pretended to sigh dreamily and then turned to Amanda with an idea. "We should even have a double wedding. Wouldn't that be wonderful—""We’re not having a double wedding, Marianne!" my innocent sister snapped in a very deep voice.Such a change in her tone surprised the guests, including Andrew, who looked at her strangely. Even better was the disapproving look Serge gave his princess. She noticed and retracted her words."I'm sorry that we couldn't come to an agreement that easily, sis. We both h

"I'm not convinced, Mom. I don't look like myself. Do you think Andrew will like it? I want him to cry when he sees me walking down the aisle," she complained, adjusting her neckline. "Do you like this dress, Sis?"I did like the dress. Would I give my approval to something that looked good on her? Absolutely not."It's nice..." I pretended the dress bored me and said it out of obligation.Amanda caught on immediately and grew more impatient."You don't like it, do you?" she asked, sounding insecure."It's not that I don't like it, it's just... Can you pull off that cut without looking, you know, voluptuous, in that area?"I was referring to her pregnancy, which sent Amanda into another crisis. She started ranting about how she was going to look like a whale and how she already looked like a whale. Her breakdown was so intense that the assistant holding the box of tissues quickly rushed over to help with her tears. I hid a smile and went back to my phone, searching for things abo

It was interesting how the human mind worked during a manic episode. There I was, having proposed marriage to my boss in a fit of rage. He didn't improve my embarrassment by reaching to his desk and pressing a button to lower the blinds automatically, shielding us from prying eyes.Then, he clasped his hands in a prayer-like gesture. The silence in the office was killing me with nerves."Did you come to work drunk?" he asked patiently."I'm not drunk. N-nor am I high," I defended myself, stuttering."You sound and act like an intoxicated person to me." He leaned his face on one of his hands. "But that didn't bother you when you slept with me that night, did it?" I asked.At this, Lucius became serious, straightened up, and looked at me darkly. From accessible to armored, I watched him transform in a matter of seconds."If you want to go down the path of blackmail, you'd better give that up now. You and I both knew what we were doing. We both enjoyed it. Or will you say I took a