บททั้งหมดของ Dear husband I can live without you : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Chapter 41Hardly had Gerald settled into his leather armchair when his phone buzzed sharply on the glass table. The name “Mrs. Jameson” flashed across the screen.He glanced at the time. It was late, and exhaustion weighed heavily on him like a lead blanket. All he wanted now was a long, hot shower and the solace of his bed.“Why on earth is Brittany’s mother calling at this hour?” he muttered.Still, he swiped to answer.“Hello, Gerald,” came the unmistakably furious voice of Mrs. Jameson, slicing through the receiver like a whip.“Hello…” Gerald responded wearily, his voice soaked in fatigue.“I’m outside your gate. Tell your men to let me in—immediately.”Just then, a voice came from behind him.“Son, who’s calling this late?” It was Grandpa Xander, his tone casual yet curious.Gerald let out a long sigh."Sabrina Jameson"."What does she want?Gerald shrugged. “I believe it’s about Brittany.”Xander raised a bushy brow, concern mingling with amusement. “Trouble still brewing in pa

“Welcome home!” Confetti filled the air as Andy stepped through the front door. Magaret, Adeline, Sophie, Penelope and some of their family friends cheered in unison, their voices echoing off the living room walls. Flowers lined the tables, and a cluster of “Welcome Back” balloons floated above the couch. Andy paused, stunned. After weeks in the hospital, this felt surreal. He stood tall, aided by crutches, but upright nonetheless. His lips curved into a soft smile. “Thank you. All of you. For the party, for everything.” He looked around the room, his eyes warm with gratitude. “Thank you for standing by me.” “You’re welcome, son,” Magaret said as she stepped forward to give him a gentle side hug. Andy turned his eyes to Anna, lingering there. “Anna, darling...” he said, voice quieter now, more personal. Anna met his gaze. A hesitant smile played on her lips. “Thank you for being a good wife,” Andy continued. “For staying. For caring. I appreciate you more than you know.”

The jet touched down at Farnborough Airport just after noon, its silver body gleaming under the moody English sky. Rain threatened at the edges, but the tarmac remained dry. It was as if London were holding its breath for their arrival. Inside, Anna stirred awake as the landing gear thudded against the runway. She blinked, disoriented for a moment, then straightened in her seat, her dark sunglasses still on. Across the aisle, Brittany was fussing with her hair in a compact mirror, lips puckered in a perpetual pout. Then she brought out her phone and took some selfies for I*******m. Gerald remained silent, his phone in his hand, unread emails glowing on the screen. But his eyes weren’t on the device. They were on Anna. Again. A black Rolls-Royce Phantom waited at the edge of the private terminal, engine humming, two suited chauffeurs flanking it. There were no commercial arrivals, no gawking tourists. Just the smooth, silent world of private travel. As they disembarked, the cold Lon

Gerald and Brittany returned to their suite, while Anna returned to her own suite with her heels in hand. She rubbed her neck as she sank into the armchair. Her phone rang on the table. It was Aiden. "Hello, baby," Anna called cheerfully. "Hi, Mum," Aiden's little voice filled the speaker. "How are you?" Anna smiled. Aiden was the most caring child she had ever known, and she knew he got that trait from her. So kind, caring, and thoughtful. "I'm fine, dear," Anna replied. "Thanks for asking." Then came a brief silence. "How are you, baby?" Anna asked. "I'm fine. But I miss you," Aiden said with a pout. "Awwn, I miss you too, baby," Anna cooed. "When will you be back?" Aiden asked, his voice full of curiosity. "I’ll be back in a day or two," Anna replied. "Where's your dad?" "He... is..." Aiden hesitated for a moment. "Aiden?" "I don't know where he is, Mum. He went upstairs with his friend," Aiden explained softly. "What? Andy took a visitor upstairs?" Ann

The chandeliers above glittered like constellations, casting soft golden hues over the marble floor of the Bregavia Estate ballroom. Elegant music filled the air—an enchanting blend of strings and piano, inviting guests to the dance floor. Elites mingled beneath the crystal chandeliers, wine glasses poised delicately between manicured fingers. Families and a few close-knit friends stood cloaked in opulence, their laughter soft, their smiles guarded—every word and glance wrapped in the quiet language of wealth and power. Gerald hadn’t fully recovered from the effect Anna had on him. The moment they stepped into the ballroom, the atmosphere shifted. Heads turned. Eyes followed. A hush rippled through the crowd like a wave of admiration and envy. Women looked his way, some with curiosity, others with open desire—but it was Anna who stole the spotlight. Men couldn’t seem to look away. Their eyes trailed her every step, hungry and shameless, as if she were a piece of art they all want