All Chapters of My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband[ENGLISH]: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Miley’s POVI woke up the next morning, still unable to fully process everything that had happened yesterday. It felt like I was trapped inside a dream. But it wasn’t—because I could still feel the sting of the wound on my thigh. Today, the cast on my arm was scheduled to be removed, and one of the maids told me a doctor would be coming to do it.Once again, I was alone. Clifford had gone to the office. Limping slightly, I made my way to the floor-to-ceiling window to see what lay beyond it. From there, I caught sight of the entire pool area, and my lips parted in awe at the breathtaking view.An infinity pool stretched out at the far end of the property, its water shimmering under the sun like liquid silver flowing toward the heavens. The sound of water spilling from a small waterfall at the edge of the pool filled the otherwise serene air. The place was so quiet, so peaceful… as if beckoning me to dive in.On the sides of the pool stood cabanas with white curtains, some slightly dra

Miley’s POVIt was already midnight, yet I still couldn’t sleep. I’d been tossing and turning for hours, restless for reasons I couldn’t explain. I didn’t even get to have dinner with Sir Clifford; he was still at the office, and by now, he hadn’t come home yet.Frustrated, I sat up and slipped on my robe before leaving my room. Maybe I’d check if he had arrived. As I went downstairs, I saw one of the guards heading out.“H-Has Sir Clifford come home yet?” I asked hesitantly. He glanced at me, then quickly bowed.“Not yet, Ma’am,” he replied. I nodded and thanked him quietly.I decided to head to the kitchen for a drink instead. Nora was probably asleep by now—it was past eleven. I poured myself a glass of fresh milk and carried it toward the living room. I’d just wait for Clifford there.I was a few steps away from the sofa when a voice startled me. Chanda. I spotted her sitting at the mini bar, half-hidden by the dim light.“Isn’t it a little too soon to act like a wife?” she drawle

Miley’s POV“Oh my God, I’m so glad you’re finally back, Miley! I couldn’t handle Uncle’s workload anymore.” Cara’s face lit up with excitement when she hugged me, only to shift into a quick frown.“I’m glad to be back too. It wasn’t fun being alone in your uncle’s huge house,” I replied as I sat down in front of my monitor. Gosh, I missed this seat, this desk.I hadn’t even turned on my computer when Sir Clifford called me in. Cara and I exchanged looks; she grimaced. “Told you,” she muttered.I stood and went inside his office. “I was just about to check your agenda for today—”“Let Cara do that. I want you to look at these.” He gestured toward a pile of magazines on his desk.“What’s this?” I asked, picking one up. As I flipped through, my brows knit together. “These aren’t magazines… they’re brochures. Wedding gowns?” I blurted, then looked up—only to find his gaze fixed intently on me.“I want you to choose what you’d like to wear,” he said, adjusting his reading glasses.I didn’

Miley’s POVWork hours were already over, yet Sir Clifford and I were still in the office. Cara had gone home earlier while he remained inside, speaking with a man. I had no idea what they were discussing, but from the look of it, it was business-related. They had been talking for almost an hour now.I was growing restless. I had already organized his agenda for tomorrow and gone over the brochures he’d handed me. Still, my thoughts kept circling back to what happened this morning. Jackson’s tear-streaked face and the words he said haunted me over and over again.It felt like my life was spiraling into chaos, and I no longer knew what was right or what I should do. I glanced into Sir Clifford’s office—he was still deep in conversation. Maybe this was my chance to reflect and figure out what I really wanted.I drew in a long breath. If I had the power to decide freely, what would I choose? In such a short time, I had already fallen for Sir Clifford. But I had no idea if he felt the sam

Miley’s POVI had just returned to work after a week-long vacation following the wedding. I wanted to call it a honeymoon, but it didn’t really feel like one—Clifford and I hadn’t shared that kind of intimacy. So, I suppose it was just a vacation. We went to Venice, strolled through St. Mark’s Square, rode the gondola, and tried every Italian dish we could find. It was beautiful, but also… empty.“How was Italy, Miley?” Cara greeted me with a grin.“It was fine,” I answered with a shrug, placing a small paper bag on her desk. A luxury jewelry brand was stamped in silver letters on the front.Her eyes sparkled as she picked it up. “Wow, is this for me?” she asked, barely believing it. When she opened the little box and found a pair of diamond teardrop earrings, her jaw dropped.I smiled as she slipped them on, her delight softening something in me.“Oh my God, thank you, Miley,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.“Don’t be silly—it’s just a small gift. Why are you about to cry?” I