All Chapters of While Marrying Mr. Steele: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Amelia's povEthan’s mouth crashed against mine as he pressed me into the door, one hand sliding up my thigh, the other fumbling blindly for the light switch before giving up. His laugh broke into the kiss.“Forget it,” he muttered against my lips. “I don’t need lights to find you.”I giggled, the sound muffled by his mouth, but my fingers were busy too—tugging at the buttons of his shirt, yanking one too hard so it popped off and clattered to the floor.“Sorry,” I whispered, though I was grinning.“Don’t be.” His teeth caught my bottom lip in a playful bite. “I like it when you ruin my clothes.”We stumbled toward the bedroom, knocking into the hallway wall, both of us laughing breathlessly. He tried to scoop me up, but his shoulder bumped the doorframe and I nearly slid from his grip.“Smooth,” I teased, clinging tighter around his neck.“Shut up,” he growled, though he was laughing too, kissing me hard as he kicked the door shut behind us.The bed caught me by surprise when he drop

Ethan’s POV“Mr. Steele, Ms. Rowe is here for your ten o’clock.”Of course she was. Sienna didn’t miss an opportunity.“Send her in,” I said, forcing my voice level.The glass door slid open and Sienna walked in like she was arriving at a photoshoot, not a meeting. Black silk blouse, hair curled to perfection, smile sharpened like a blade. She dropped into the chair across from me without waiting to be invited.“You didn’t call me back last night,” she said.“I was busy,” I replied, scanning the numbers on the quarterly report.“With Amelia?” Her tone was light, but her eyes didn’t leave mine.I set the papers down. “This is work, Sienna. Stick to it.”She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “I’m just making conversation. And honestly, it’s obvious, Ethan. You’re different around her now. Softer. More attentive.”My jaw tightened. “That’s my wife.”“And I’m your partner here,” she said smoothly, almost purring. “You think I don’t notice how your decisions shift when she’s involved? I

Ethan’s POVI didn’t go straight home.I couldn’t.Instead, I drove aimlessly for hours, circling streets I didn’t even recognize, pulling into parking lots and back out again, watching the city blur past my windshield like it was someone else’s life rushing forward while mine stalled in place.Her name lit up on my phone every few minutes. Call after call. Message after message. They piled on the screen until the notifications blurred into one long accusation: I was avoiding her.And I was.Because I didn’t know what I’d say if I picked up. Didn’t know what kind of man I’d be if I heard her voice and forgave her too quickly.When I finally pulled into the garage, it was close to midnight. The concrete echoed with every step I took, each one heavier than the last. By the time I reached the apartment door, my chest felt like stone—dragging, crushing.She was waiting. Of course she was.Amelia stood in the doorway of the living room, arms wrapped tight around herself. Her eyes were swol

Amelia’s POV“Ethan, I need to tell you everything.”The words scraped my throat raw as they left me. I had rehearsed them silently for a while now yet they still felt impossible to say out loud. My chest constricted, heart hammering so violently I thought it might give me away before the truth did.The lamplight carved sharp shadows across the bedroom walls, throwing everything into stark relief—the sharp edges of the dresser, the pale curve of the bedsheets, the stiff line of Ethan’s back as he sat hunched on the edge of the mattress. His elbows dug into his knees, his hands braced against his face like he was holding his skull together.He hadn’t really looked at me since last night. Since the shouting, since the tears, since the way we had clawed at each other with need and fury instead of tenderness.He muttered through his hands, his voice frayed at the edges. “Amelia, I don’t—”“No.” The word burst out sharper than I meant, and I stepped forward, palms trembling as if the very a

Ethan’s POV“Ethan, you’ve been pacing this office for twenty minutes,” Marcus, the detective I hired said, leaning against the wall of the security suite with his arms crossed. He was the only guy in the building I trusted enough to let see me this way. We'd only just hit it off at after last week's board meeting. Funny thing is, he's here over heels in love with Sienna.I raked a hand through my hair. “If I stop moving, I’ll lose it.”He raised an eyebrow. “Then lose it. Better here than in the boardroom.”I exhaled hard, stopped, and pressed my palms into the edge of his desk. “Marcus, she lied to me. For years. Built a marriage, a life—on a version of herself that wasn’t real.”His gaze softened, but he didn’t interrupt.“And now—” I shook my head. “Now I don’t even know what’s true anymore. I don’t know if I’m sleeping next to a stranger, or someone who thought I was better off in the dark.”“You’re talking about Amelia,” he said quietly.I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. But my silenc