บททั้งหมดของ In love with my husband’s boss: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

NICHOLAS's POV I smoothed out the creases on my suit and walked towards the conference room. I could already see from the transparent glass wall who it was and I wasn't surprised a bit. “Mum?” I said as I walked in through the door. She looked at me long and hard. I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't in a good mood. “Nicholas” she spoke. Yup, she was serious. “You ignored my calls this morning” I nodded frantically, “Yes mother, I did. I promise I didn't want to ignore you, you called in the early hours of the morning and I wasn't fully awake yet” She folded her arms, “Why aren't you going to show up, like I asked you to?” “Mum, we already talked about this. I'm quite busy, my hands are full” “Is this how you want to keep behaving? You want to get wrapped up in work that you won't have time to get married?” My mother was a lot of things, and dramatic was the biggest of them all. She had set a date with one of her friends’ daughters and insisted I ge

It was raining when I stepped into the office lobby, my umbrella dripping onto the marble floor. I shook out my coat and tucked my bag under my arm, nodding to the receptionist as I made my way to the elevator. “Melissa.” I stood straight. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Steve. I did anyway. He stood there in his dark grey suit, almost matching the look in his eyes. “I was hoping we could talk” he said, standing there with a false sense of warmth. “I have nothing to say to you,” I replied, stepping into the elevator. He followed me in before the doors could close and I wasn't surprised. The air between us was thick with unsaid words, and I kept my eyes on the floor numbers lighting up one by one. “You know, this little show of independence?” he said. “It’s cute. But it’s not going to last.” I turned toward him, jaw clenched. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” “I’m giving you a chance to stop this madness before it goes any further. I'm

MELISSA’s POV When I woke up this morning, I contemplated skipping the day but knew I had a load of work to do. When I reached the office, I noticed Nicholas was already there, from his car parked outside. But his doors were closed. I was tempted to knock but I decided against it. It was close to noon when he walked out of his office. But before I could say anything he walked past me quickly, taking large steps. Something had taken his attention and I could see him press his phone against his ear. It was unusual for Nicholas to be busy but this seemed off and I sensed urgency or panic. I continued with my work for the day. I was deeply engrossed in the heap of files I had to sort on the computer when the vibration of my phone startled me. I glanced at my phone, half expecting Nicholas but it was attorney James. I swallowed before answering, hoping it was positive news “Hello” “Good Afternoon, Miss Melissa” his voice was deep. “Good afternoon Mr James” “I should have g

STEVE’s POV The silence of the house was suffocating. It had been like this. I tossed my keys onto the counter, the metallic clattering echoing in the dark. I took off my jacket, then my tie, flinging them across the living room. I walked over to my cabinet and poured myself a drink. My throat burned mildly as I downed it all in one swallow. Meissa’s laugh still rang in my ears. The way she'd rather burn in hell than come back to me. Such an ungrateful and arrogant bitch. She had forgotten who built the world she lived in. I gave her the name ‘Ross’. She wouldn't have managed her father’s fortune the way I did, if she had kept it. Now she wants to walk away with half of everything I ever worked for. And then there was Redmond. Nicholas fucking Redmond. The way he was at the bar, I could see it. He was confident in the nonsense he spoke. The kind of confidence a man has when he thinks he has won. He thought Melissa was his. I let out a short laugh and wiped the sweat beads o

MELISSA’s POV“Remember, you don't have much to say, just be calm and listen. Answer only if the judge directs you” James told me as we stood in front of a set of double doors. It was the courtroom door. I nodded. The doors opened and the murmur of voices drifted out. The courtroom wasn't as crowded as I thought it would be. It wasn't even crowded. There were a handful of people scattered across the benches. There was a clerk at the edge of the judge’s bench and the bailiff standing in front. And then there was Steve. He sat at the opposite side of the room, with his lawyer beside him. They were both dressed in similar grey tailored suits. His lawyer looked just as arrogant as he was. His lawyer glanced at me for a second but he showed no expression until I saw a somewhat faint smile on his lips. I forced myself to look away and followed James to our table. He walked briskly with his briefcase in one hand. My knees wanted to bulk but I sat tall and folded my hands on my lap. “