Lahat ng Kabanata ng In love with my husband’s boss: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

MELISSA’S POV I should have known today was cursed the second I stepped into the office. There had been a heaviness in the air, an unshakable feeling that something was coming. Something I wouldn’t be ready for. And I was right. Because when I stepped into the lobby after finishing up a meeting, my past was waiting for me. Steve I nearly lost my footing when I saw him, standing in the middle of the Redmond’s pristine marble lobby like he owned the damn place. I hadn't seen him in days. His tailored suit was sharp as ever, his posture commanding, his presence suffocating “Melissa” The weight of the world pressed against my spine. “Steve,” I say calmly. His eyes raked over me, dark and unreadable. His eyes were lingering too long in the blouse and pencil skirt I had put on this morning. I gripped the folder in my hands, grounding myself. “What are you doing here?” He took a slow step toward me, his expression unreadable. “I could ask you the same thing.” My fi

The moment I stepped into the law office, I felt like I was holding my breath. I had judiciously planned my paycheck. It wasn't a lot but it was enough to start something. The silence in the room was too much and I wasn't sure I could bear it. There was a woman at the front desk. She smiled at me when she looked up, “Melissa Ross?” I still felt a sting in my chest whenever I heard that name “Ross”. I couldn't wait to stop bearing that last name. “Yes” I said, smoothing out the blouse I had ironed multiple times this morning. “You can head in. Attorney James is expecting you. The third door on the left” I walked slowly down the hall, my heels muffled by the plush carpeting. My palms were sweating and my heart was beating. I found my way around the hallway and located the third door. His name was written boldly on the door in black letters, on a golden rectangular plaque. I took a deep breath before knocking. Hearing the response from the other end, I slowly pushed the

The law office was colder today. It wasn't what I expected. The energy was low. I sat on a leather chair in a small waiting area. I hugged my hands around an envelope with documents and affidavits I didn't even have the energy to read. The door opened and my lawyer, attorney James stepped into the waiting area. “He’s here” she said and I stood almost immediately. “Will he sign them?” I asked. She didn't answer. She only led me to a small room, which she called the mediation room. Steve was seated already. He was slouched in his chair as if he owned the place and was completely disinterested in whatever he was brought in for. I was even surprised he had agreed to come. After all Nicholas had suspended him, well technically because of me. He had a smug smile and his eyes were condescending. I hated it. “Melissa” he greeted me like there wasn't a bit of enmity between us. I ignored the greeting and walked over to the table, dropping the folder. “These are updated do

MELISSA’S POV It was a tired morning for me, I hadn't slept. Well, not really. The office was unusually quiet or maybe it was just me, considering the last time I was in there, Nicholas had to drag Steve out of the building. I had thought about it in my living room. I wondered how my life had unraveled so fast and taken a strange new shape so quickly. Now I was here, sitting at my desk. I opened my laptop and tried to focus, tried to pretend that Steve hadn’t ambushed me in front of the entire building the other day and he hadn't threatened me at the law office. But every time I typed a word, I felt the heat of his presence lingering in my thoughts, like cigarette smoke that refused to fade. “Melissa.” I looked up. It was Nicholas. He stood by my desk with a coffee in each hand and extended one towards me. “Figured you might need this” I hesitated, then accepted it while murmuring a thank you. He didn’t say anything right away. Just watched me, his expression unreadable

NICHOLAS’S POV Melissa sat in my home office, her ankle and knees wrapped in bandages and a blanket over her shoulder. I had called a doctor to come over to my house to check on Melissa. Even though she wanted to go to the office, I insisted she follow me home and see a doctor. After the doctor left and assured me everything would be fine, I finally said, “I think someone wanted to scare you or scare me.” I leaned against my desk. “Do you think… do you think Steve had anything to do with it?” Her voice was low. The silence that followed said more than words ever could. I didn't know when I moved across the room and got on my knees beside her. I stared into her eyes, “I don't know yet. But I promise you Melissa, I won't let anyone hurt you” I saw her gulp and shift in her chair but I meant every word of that promise. I don't know where the sudden urge to protect her from everything came from, but I wasn't pushing it away. I wanted to protect her, even if it's from her psych