Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband[ENGLISH]: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Miley’s POV“Are you sure you don’t know who Sir Clifford’s bride is?” Kendi pressed, her words slightly slurred. She was tipsy now—no surprise, since Oliver had been pouring us drinks non-stop ever since he introduced himself and joined our little corner of the bar.I couldn’t figure out why he seemed so intent on serving us when there were plenty of other guests at the party.“I don’t know. My job only covers his business agenda, not his personal life,” I answered. I hated lying to my friend, but the last thing I wanted was for her to see me differently.“Two French Martinis for two beautiful ladies,” Oliver said with a grin, setting the drinks in front of us.“Don’t give Kendi any more—she’s drunk,” I said quickly, sliding the cocktail glass toward me. But Kendi snatched it back and downed it in one go.“I’m not drunk. Just a little dizzy, but I can handle it,” she said stubbornly, her head wobbling. Then she jabbed a finger at Oliver. “Hey, I’m starting to notice something here. W

Clifford’s POVThe night was wearing thin. The chandelier’s glow had dulled, the music slowed to something softer, quieter. Laughter faded to hushed voices, small clusters of people drinking, whispering, flirting. Others had already gone home.And still, I sat at the bar, whiskey glass in hand, my gaze locked on the woman who was mine—but felt so far away.She was at a table, idly tracing the rim of her cocktail glass. I couldn’t tell how many she’d had, but I knew one thing—she wasn’t drunk. Her thoughts seemed far too deep, her eyes too distant, for that.From here, the faint light touched her face in just the right way. I could see the weariness in her eyes, the way her lashes fluttered as sleep pulled at her. Every instinct in me screamed to go to her, to take her home. But I stayed rooted to my seat, paralyzed by something I couldn’t name.This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.I hadn’t married her to torture myself. I’d done it to protect her—from the dangers of my world, from t

Miley’s POVI didn’t know how we ended up tangled in his sheets, only that every inch of me was alive beneath his touch. The cool hum of the air conditioner did nothing to ease the fever spreading through me. Clifford’s weight pressed me into the mattress, yet I didn’t feel trapped—I felt anchored. As if he was the only thing keeping me from floating away.His gaze softened as it held mine, his thumb brushing away strands of hair from my damp cheek. The way he looked at me—steady, reverent, as though I was something fragile and precious—sent a shiver down my spine.Then his lips traced a tender path across my cheek, my jaw, until they found mine again. This kiss wasn’t playful or teasing. It was deep, consuming, layered with all the words he hadn’t spoken.My heart raced as his hand slid lower, feather-light at first, then bolder, coaxing sounds from me I didn’t know I could make. I gasped, clutching at his shoulders, torn between holding him back and pulling him closer.He stilled, h

Clifford’s POVI winced at the pain slicing through my gut from Aurelius’s brutal kick. My body collapsed onto the cold concrete floor of the warehouse. The place was dim, lit only by a single weak bulb dangling above. His men surrounded me—the same men who dragged me here.“Has your brain rattled enough, Steel?” Aurelius sneered, using the code name I went by in our syndicate. “I don’t understand why you keep protecting damaged goods—”Slowly, I pushed myself up, ignoring the sharp ache coursing through my body. My jaw tightened, rage burning in my eyes as I glared back at him.“My wife is not damaged goods. She only saw the shit your men were up to because of me. That’s why it’s my job to protect her from you,” I ground out.Aurelius grinned and swung his fist at me, but I caught it mid-air, locking eyes with him, unflinching. “Just tell me what you want, so you’ll finally leave me the hell alone,” I snapped, shoving his fist away.He wasn’t the boss—just another cog in the mafia ma

Miley’s POVI woke up the next morning with swollen eyes. Instinctively, I bolted upright and headed straight to the master’s bedroom, praying Clifford had come home. But the bed was untouched—smooth sheets, no trace of him at all.Stepping out, I crossed paths with Nora. I caught her attention, but quickly dropped my gaze, afraid she’d notice the redness in my eyes.“N-Nora, did Clifford come home last night?” My voice was soft, directed at the floor.“I don’t think so, Ma’am. His car isn’t in the garage either.”I nodded faintly, murmured my thanks, and returned to my room. I snatched my phone and dialed his number again—this time, it didn’t even ring. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I froze in silence. Should I start looking for him?Cara. Maybe she would know. Clifford’s niece.With trembling hands, I called her. She picked up after a few rings.“C-Cara, do you know where your Uncle Clifford is?” I asked, desperate.“I don’t know, Miley. He didn’t come to the office yesterday eith