All Chapters of My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband[ENGLISH]: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Miley's POV.A smile stretched across my face as the elevator carried me upward. In my hands were pizza and beer, my little surprise for Jackson at his condo. I had woken up feeling unwell that morning and called in sick at work, but instead of resting, I decided to come see him. It felt perfect—he must have missed me by now, just as I missed him. The past few days had kept me buried in work, sorting endless documents for the transition of management at the office.I checked my reflection in the elevator’s polished surface, making sure I looked my best. My shoulder-length hair, which I had straightened to change things up, framed my face neatly. A touch of perfume lingered around me, and I wore a white floral dress with a cardigan to keep off the chill. Simple, but I looked beautiful—beautiful enough for the man I loved.But as the doors opened and I stepped out, I froze. There they were—Jackson and Chelsea—just entering the condo together. They were laughing, his arm casually draped

Miley's POV.I came in early the next morning, determined to arrive before the new CEO. With my sling bag and tablet in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, I was about to step inside the lobby when I ran into Chelsea. I almost forgot that we actually worked for the same company—she in HR, while I belonged to the higher-ups.“Miley, can we talk?” she asked, falling into step beside me.“I can’t, Chel. I need to get to the office right away,” I reasoned.“The new CEO isn’t here yet. It’s too early. Clearly, you have time,” she said, blocking my way.“Clearly, I don’t want to talk to you, Chelsea. Why can’t you understand that?” I snapped, unable to stop myself. If she thought she could still push me around, she was wrong.Her face went pale, as if drained of blood. “I just want to clear some things about my relationship with Jack—”I didn’t let her finish. My hand moved before I could stop it, striking her cheek.“Your relationship?” My voice was low but firm. “I thought you stil

Miley's POV.I checked myself in the mirror for the third time, making sure my dark circles were hidden. My eyes trailed down to my clothes next. Normally, I never second-guessed my office outfits. But today, I had changed several times before finally settling on this one: a pencil skirt cut just above the knee, a sleeveless blouse with ruffles across the chest, topped with a cream blazer. Even my heels were higher than usual. I had also been more careful with my makeup, concealing the exhaustion written under my eyes.When I finally left my apartment, dawn had barely broken. Still, I needed to arrive at the office earlier than usual. The last thing I wanted was to run into Sir Clifford on the way in. Not after last night. My cheeks warmed at the thought, the memory clinging to me even in my sleep.My grip on the wheel tightened as fragments of the night replayed in my mind. I’m physically and sexually drawn to him—an admission that terrifies me. First, because I’m a woman. Second, be

Miley's POV.After I cooked for Sir Clifford, I felt like he softened toward me. Things went back to the way they used to be—he would call me whenever he needed something. I continued preparing meals for him, even for Cara. But along with that, I started noticing something else… he was getting closer to her. Especially with his intern assistant. Sometimes, I couldn’t help but feel like there was something more between them.“Cara, do you have your own car? Do you want me to give you a ride home?” I asked one afternoon when we happened to be in the elevator together.She smiled faintly and shook her head. “Thanks for the offer, Miley. But someone’s picking me up. Besides, you’d be going out of your way if you drove me home,” she replied.“You have someone picking you up?” I asked again.“No one,” she answered curtly.My brows furrowed. If she didn’t have a driver, then who was taking her home? Before I could ask another question, the elevator doors opened to the basement parking lot.“

Miley's POV.I couldn’t bring myself to look at Sir Clifford after the nonsense I had blurted out earlier at lunch. Now, we were sitting side by side in his car on our way to a meeting with a former investor who wanted to come back.“Have you talked to Cara?” he suddenly asked out of nowhere.I glanced at him. He was busy on his phone. “W-what do you mean, Sir?” I feigned ignorance, hoping he was referring to work—please, let it be about work.“The one where you mistook us for a couple. Did she clear up your assumptions?” he asked, sneaking a glance at me. That playful smile was tugging at his lips again.My face heated up instantly—oh no, I was blushing. Shems! My eyes darted around the car, restless, unsure where to look. There was no escape; we were trapped inside a moving vehicle.“I gave her the job because she needed experience,” he explained casually.I nodded repeatedly. “She’s a fast learner. She can handle the work even without supervision,” I replied.“But she can’t cook li