All Chapters of Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Dominic’s pov:The drive home was quiet.Suzanne sat beside me, staring out the window, lost in thought. She didn’t push for a conversation, didn’t try to fill the silence with pointless words. And strangely, I appreciated that.I rested my elbow against the car door, massaging my temple. My body was recovering, but my mind… It was a battlefield.Too many thoughts. Too many memories clawing at the edges.Every time my gaze flicked toward Suzanne, something tightened in my chest. She had fought for me—without hesitation, without question. And now she was here, sitting beside me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if I was someone worth saving.I let out a slow exhale and turned back to the window.She doesn’t know.And that truth sat heavy in my gut.I wanted to tell her. To confess everything, to explain how this all began, how her son’s illness wasn’t what she thought it was. But the words never came.Because if I told her the truth now, what would she do? Would she

Dominic’s pov:I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts tangled in ways I couldn’t quite control.Last night had been... intense. Suzanne had been everything—soft, warm, willing.And for a fleeting moment, I had let myself forget.Forget the truth. Forget the weight of the secret pressing against my chest.But now, in the quiet aftermath, I felt it again—worse than before.Guilt.Unshakable, suffocating guilt.I turned my head slightly, watching Suzanne as she slept. She looked peaceful, content, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me.And that? That was the problem.She didn’t know.She had fought for me, protected my name, and stood beside me. She had trusted me.And I was keeping something from her that would break that trust in ways she couldn’t imagine.I exhaled, rubbing my hand over my face.This was wrong.I couldn’t keep pretending everything was normal when it wasn’t.I needed to—Suzanne stirred, shifting beside me. Her lashes fluttered open, and when her

Dominic’s pov:The conference room slowly emptied, board members exchanging pleasantries on their way out, their footsteps fading into the long hallways of Khan Enterprises.The meeting had gone smoothly, but there was still a lingering tightness in my chest—the pressure of being back, of proving I was fully in control again, of ensuring no weaknesses remained.As I gathered my files, Desmond lingered, arms crossed, studying me carefully.I sighed. “Whatever you’re about to say, get it over with.”Desmond smirked. “Did you get an invite to the Blackwell Gala?”My brows furrowed. “Yes.”He tilted his head, waiting for my answer. I already knew what was coming.“I’m not going.”Desmond sighed, shaking his head. “Dominic, you have to.”I frowned, loosening the tie around my collar. “I don’t have to do anything.”“Except rebuild your public image.” His voice was firm, but not challenging, more like he was guiding me toward something obvious. “Everyone’s watching to see if you’re still th

Suzanne’s pov:The moment we stepped inside, I felt the world shift.Gone was the chaotic hum of paparazzi, the blinding flashes of cameras, the overwhelming noise of voices calling our names.In its place—pure elegance.I took in the space, my breath hitching at the sheer opulence surrounding me.The ceilings stretched impossibly high, adorned with intricately carved chandeliers, their crystals casting a soft golden glow over the room. Marble floors gleamed beneath my heels, reflecting the delicate swirls of candlelight from the long banquet tables that lined the hall.The guests—powerful, poised, untouchable—glided through the space effortlessly, dressed in designer gowns and sharp suits, sipping champagne like they had been born for events like this.Everything screamed prestige. Influence. Control.And yet, despite it all, I felt the faintest edge of unease.As Dominic and I followed the hostess toward our table, I glanced across the room, my gaze snagging for half a second on a

Beware of this chapter, juicy content ahead…Suzanne’s pov:The ride home was quiet at first. Dominic looked lost and tangled in his web of thoughts. I only took a glimpse at him from time to time, but my eyes were fixed outside the window at the city lights and the dark sky with the full moon shining through the night.“Can you take down the windows, please?” I said kindly to Dominic.Once he did, the cold breeze of the night touched my skin, and I had goosebumps all over. My hands moved to my side as I held myself in an embrace, stretching my neck out the window, to feel the freeze on my face.But then a warm feeling crept on my thigh, which pulled me back into the car to see Dominic’s hand.“Don't worry so much. I will not let anyone harm you. I promise,” he said firmly, and as I looked into his eyes, I could see he was telling the truth, he would protect us with his life.“I trust you, Dominic.” Still looking into his eyes as the words escaped my lips.How could he possess so mu