All Chapters of My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband[ENGLISH]: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Clifford’s POV“Where’s Cara’s body now?” Chanda asked as soon as she arrived, standing beside me in front of the hospital’s glass wall.“She’s in the morgue,” I answered curtly, taking a drag from the cigarette in my hand. Heavy rain poured outside, accompanied by thunder and lightning that illuminated the darker parts of the hospital.“What will you tell her parents? They’re still in the States, aren’t they?” she pressed, snatching the cigarette from my lips and inhaling deeply.“What do you think? I’ll tell them their daughter was a victim of carjacking,” I retorted, sarcasm dripping from my voice.Another flash of lightning lit up my reflection on the glass wall—hollow, emotionless. Nothing but emptiness stared back at me. Someone in my family was dead because of a senseless fight. My fist tightened. Whoever was behind Cara’s death would pay. She would not die in vain.“As you asked, I didn’t tell Miley what happened to your niece,” Chanda broke the silence.I said nothing, leanin

Miley’s POVI woke to sunlight streaming across my face—soft, not harsh, yet bright enough to sting my eyes. I hadn’t pulled the curtains fully shut last night, so the morning light spilled into the room.I flinched slightly when I felt a heavy arm draped across my stomach. For a moment, I almost forgot he was lying beside me. It felt strange—strange but comforting. As if we weren’t fighting… as if I hadn’t been pushing him away.I turned my head to look at him. He was still fast asleep.It was the first time I’d looked at him this closely. His beard and mustache had grown a little thicker, but it didn’t matter—he was still incredibly handsome. Without realizing it, I smiled. Was this man really my husband?I knew ours was only a contract marriage. But to me… it was real. Every moment we spent together, every little thing we shared—it all felt real. I filled my lungs with a deep breath and decided to get up.I wanted to cook him breakfast. At least I could do something nice for once,

Miley’s POVIt had been days since Cara left the company. I hadn’t heard anything about her. Clifford only told me she had been transferred to another department. I even asked about the car she borrowed, but he said it was in the shop due to a breakdown.Work piled up when we returned to the company, and Clifford was swamped with back-to-back meetings. Since I was still his secretary, I accompanied him everywhere, giving us more time to get to know each other. Like today—he had just finished a meeting, and after his client left, we stayed for a while at the coffee shop near the office, enjoying pastries.“You have another meeting at 2 p.m., then dinner with Mr. Geron,” I reminded him, eyes on my tablet. I set my cup down after sipping my coffee.“You have something on the side of your lips,” Clifford said suddenly.I turned to him, puzzled—only to freeze when he leaned forward and licked the corner of my mouth. He pulled back with a playful smile, as if it were nothing. My eyes went w

Miley’s POVSweat trickled down my temples as I stood before the bare wall, hands on my hips. I had just cleared out the decorations, and the rest I had asked the bodyguards to remove. Now, nothing clung to the space.I followed Ofe’s advice, but I decided to start with the master’s bedroom. It was good timing too, since Clifford was away on a week-long business trip. This was his third day gone, and I already missed him. He called, yes, but always in a rush, his voice hurried, fleeting—like I was just another task to tick off his schedule. Instead of wasting my days drowning in thoughts of him, I chose to do what had been gnawing at me for weeks.“Miley, the things you ordered are here,” Nora’s voice broke my focus.A smile spread on my face when I saw her, arms full of paper bags, followed by the other house staff. Behind them, a bodyguard carried the large framed photo of Clifford and me from our wedding.“Boys, could you hang that above the bed?” I instructed, pointing to the wall

Clifford’s POVMy grip tightened around the gun at my side as my glare bored into the man who murdered Cara. My jaw clenched, rage simmering beneath my skin, while he sat there with that same unflinching stare. Once, I had treated him like a brother—but he betrayed me. He dragged my innocent, defenseless niece into his mess.“So, Clifford,” Aurelius sneered, lounging casually on the crate like this was nothing. “Are we just going to stand here staring at each other? Why don’t you pull that trigger already?”The same warehouse. The same place they had once dragged me into.“You bastard,” I spat, my voice low but sharp with venom. “How could you? How could you do that to her? You knew Cara. You held her in your arms once—at her baptism, damn it. Didn’t you feel even a shred of mercy for her?”His men surrounded me. I knew one wrong move—one twitch of my finger—and they’d open fire without hesitation.For a fleeting moment, I expected to see some crack in his armor, a flicker of remorse.