All Chapters of My Contracted Husband, The Heartless CEO has Amnesia?!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111XENOISThe internal commentary started the moment I left the bathroom.*You look weak,* old Xenois observed as I descended the stairs. *Shoulders slumped, exhaustion written all over your face. Everyone will see it. They'll know you're vulnerable.*I straightened my posture automatically, muscle memory from years of projecting strength even when I felt anything but.*Better. See? You need me.*"I don't need you," I muttered under my breath, then caught myself. Great. Now I was talking to myself out loud. That was a fantastic sign of mental stability.In the living room, Celeste and Alina had their heads bent over a tablet, discussing something about the facility where the rescued children were housed. Neither looked up as I paused in the doorway, giving me a moment to observe them.*Alina's carrying again,* old Xenois noted. *Left hip. Glock 43, probably. She always preferred the lighter weight for concealed carry. Good choice for her build.*I blinked. I hadn't consciousl

Chapter 113XENOIS*Of course it's not. Dmitri's been in love with him since before I recruited them. Sloane took longer to come around, but eventually the proximity and shared danger did what it always does. They've been very careful to keep it from you—or rather, to keep it from this new version of you. The old me knew. I always knew.*"That's not true," I whispered. "You're making that up."*Am I? Watch them. Really watch.*As I continued toward them, I observed with new eyes. The way Sloane stepped slightly closer to Dmitri when he laughed at something. The way Dmitri's gaze lingered on Sloane's profile for just a beat too long. The casual intimacy in how they moved around each other, like dancers who knew each other's choreography perfectly.*See? Not making anything up. Just showing you what's always been there. What you would have noticed if this new version of you wasn't so busy trying to respect people's privacy and not read into things.*"Xenois," Dmitri said, noticing my ap

Chapter 115CELESTE I pulled into Miranda's driveway at exactly two o'clock, right after dropping the boys at their after-school coding class. I needed this—needed to talk to someone who knew me, who'd watched me struggle through six years of a loveless marriage, who would understand the complicated terror currently consuming me.Miranda opened the door before I'd even reached it, her expression immediately shifting from welcoming to concerned the moment she saw my face."Oh honey," she said, pulling me into a hug. "Come in. I'll make tea."That was Miranda—always knowing exactly what I needed before I'd even said a word. It was why we'd gotten so close, especially after that interhouse sports event where our families had tied for first place. Before then, we'd been friendly acquaintances thrown together by our children's school. After, we'd become genuine friends.Her living room was exactly as I remembered—warm and inviting, with family photos covering every surface and the comfort

Chapter 117CELESTE Not the pain itself, exactly, but what the pain represented. In those moments, I'd felt wanted. Desired. Like he was addicted to me, like he couldn't control himself around me. It had been the only time he'd seemed to actually see me as a person rather than a contractual obligation.I'd clung to those moments, treasured them, used them to convince myself that maybe he felt something for me after all. That maybe our arrangement was becoming real.But it never had. The next morning, he'd be back to treating me like a stranger who happened to live in his house. Cold, distant, barely acknowledging my existence unless he needed me for something.The new Xenois was nothing like that. He was tender, careful, constantly checking in to make sure I was comfortable. He never initiated anything unless he was certain I wanted it. He made love to me rather than fucking me, and it was beautiful and connecting and everything I'd always wanted.But part of me—a dark, shameful part

Chapter 119XENOIS I sat in my home office, staring at the contract spread across my desk without actually reading a single word. The document was important—something about merger negotiations with a European firm—but my mind was elsewhere.Specifically, it was in the kitchen this morning, replaying that moment when I'd grabbed Celeste.I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. My body's reaction to the memory was immediate and undeniable—arousal pooling hot and insistent in my lower abdomen, making my pants uncomfortably tight.*Interesting,* old Xenois observed. *So you did enjoy it. The grabbing, the dominance, the way she felt pressed against you. You're just ashamed to admit it.*"Shut up," I muttered, trying to refocus on the contract. But the words might as well have been in another language for all the sense they were making.*You can't ignore this. Your body knows what it wants, even if your conscious mind is busy pretending to be some gentle, vanilla version of masculinity