All Chapters of The CEO'S Contract Husband: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Alex’s povDennis was across the room, yanking clothes out of a drawer and shoving them into his open suitcase on the bed. Not folding them. Just… stuffing them. My heart did a stupid little stutter. “Whoa, hey. What are you doing?”He didn’t even look up. “I’m going. I am going home because I can’t continue this anymore. I need some peace and quiet. I’ll get it away from here.”It hit me that my family had done something wrong. They always did. They were just a bunch of dramatic people.I slowly crossed to where he was. “Going? Going where? What happened? Did… did someone say something to you?” My mind immediately went to Marcus and Julian. “Was it my cousins? Because I swear to god, I will…”“It’s not any one person!” he snapped, finally stopping to look at me. His eyes were red, but dry. He looked… hollowed out. “It’s everyone. It’s the whole… the whole vibe of this place. It’s your father looking at me like I’m something he stepped in. It’s your mother’s ‘polite’ questions that

Alex’s pov“Leave him dear,” she said with a smile. “We all know he was a king of the seas and your twin cousins were a blessing from the heavenly Lord.”I scoffed. “You keep telling yourself that.”“And what about you?” She leaned further. “You’re a stain on your fathers legacy. He doesn’t even want you to inherit his company so you can go ahead and drop the act.”My father choked on his drink and searched for a paper towel which my mothe handed to him.“That’s enough Eleanor,” he said but she didn’t get the memo.“Oh no,” she scoffed. “Since we are all just ‘browsing’ how about I accept a cookie and just punch through the site with my fingers.”I looked at my dad. “Is what she said… true?”Before he could say anything she went on again.“Oh don’t blame your father. It’s clear him having a gay son is a disgrace. At least Timothy who’s going by the name Timon now didn’t have the decency to show up. You on the other hand showed up and brought that eye sore with you. The balls you have

Sophia’s povThe nurse’s face relaxed. “Of course, of course. Room 412. You’ll make her so happy; she ain’t had anyone up here except her son.” She squinted hard at me, then cast a vague gaze in Lydia’s direction. “Who are you?”“Relatives,” I said smoothly without thinking. “We thought we’d come by, see how she was holding up.”“Oh my, I am so happy for her. The poor lady has been alone and that is so sweet of you. She is staying down the hall to your left. The only room there when you climb up to number 4. Just buzz and get in. You won’t miss it.”We walked through the wing as the doors automatically swooshed open and we entered the hall. It was quieter here, stiller air. We walked up and got to her floor before heading through the halls. Room 412. I pressed on in without announcing myself.The room was small and dim. The woman in the bed seemed smaller still, a lump inside white sheets and a pale blue blanket. She looked like she was sleeping as I noticed she looked so fragile.“I

Dennis’s povThe stairwell door swung shut behind us with a muffled thud, cutting off the nurse’s optimistic report while her words were still echoing in my ears. ‘Her vitals are stronger than they’ve ever been… responding better to this new medication… like she’s a different patient altogether.’ My throat tightened. She was going to be okay. Really, genuinely all right this time. Without Alex my mother would have been long dead. I was grateful for his help.We nudged open the door into her room at last. It smelled just like always: clean sheets mingled with antiseptic wipedown, with something else laid over both; some strange scent clung on top of those everyday rhythms. Perfume, faint but expensive; something floral that must have been outrageously priced, it smelled completely out of place within these bland white walls.“Hey, Mum,” I said quietly, still looking around. She was asleep. The scent in the room disturbed me as I turned to the nurse. “Hey was any other person here earl

Alex’s pov“By being you,” he said, as if it were obvious. “The you that you are with me. The one who isn’t scared of them. Taking your job seriously. Not for them, for yourself. Building something they can’t deny. That’s yours.”It had never been phrased that way to me before. Not as a creation, but as a construction. I nodded. “Okay, I can try.”He smiled at me again with an understanding smile and said: “I believe you can.”And for a second, sitting in that hospital room with him, it felt possible. I felt a buzz as I got out my phone. Probably a news alert or something from work.I picked it up absently, my eyes still on Dennis, still feeling that weird, hopeful warmth.I then opened it and suddenly felt the blood drain from my face:The phone became cold and very heavy in my hand. The world, the room, Dennis’s face, it all just… felt far away. I looked at the headline and read it within myself.LYON TAYLOR HEIR’S HUSBAND IN SICK MOTHER GOLD-DIGGING SCANDAL?First off whoever wr