All Chapters of My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband[ENGLISH]: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Clifford’s POV I knew at that very moment Aurelius was seconds away from pissing his pants after everything I had just revealed. But there was still one more card up my sleeve—something he didn’t know yet. Once I showed it to him, the last shred of courage he was holding onto would crumble to dust. I lowered the gun from his forehead, sat down on a nearby crate, and let my eyes sweep over his men surrounding me. Silently, I counted them, calculating. There were over twenty of them, Aurelius included. Gustav was with me, but I had ordered him to stay in the car. All I had on me was a .45, and twenty men to go through. Breaking the silence, I said, “Did you know when I got the chance to meet with Big Boss, I never showed up? Instead, I went straight to the company—because I found out one of your men was tailing my wife.” His brows knitted together as his face snapped toward me. “What the hell are you talking about? I was at the place where we were supposed to meet. I didn’t order an

Miley’s POVThe moment the call ended, my brows furrowed. I hadn’t realized Clifford had already hung up on me. The last tone of his voice before the line went dead—confused, rushed, and as if he was hiding something. And I couldn’t ignore the sound of his heavy breathing.I set my phone down on the table, but my hand wouldn’t stay still. A strange unease crept into my chest, as though something was wrong.I drew a deep breath and tried to shift my focus to the papers he had left in his office—contracts, reports, and stacks of documents scattered before me. I tried to drown my thoughts in the scratch of the ballpen gliding across the paper, anything to quiet the tightness building inside me.But the longer I tried, the worse it became. Every tick of the wall clock thundered in my ears. He’s just busy… maybe he’s handling something important, I whispered to myself. Yet no matter how much I tried to convince myself, the heaviness in my chest would not ease.My gaze slid back to the phon

Miley’s POVAfter finally pulling myself together, I decided to step out. I can’t hide here forever.The moment I walked into the living room, I froze. They were still there—Mr. and Mrs. Ramirez, sitting exactly where I had last seen them. But this time, Clifford was with them. Standing tall beside them.Mrs. Ramirez was quietly crying now. No wails—just broken, muffled sobs and the occasional sharp intake of breath.Clifford’s eyes flicked toward me. For a brief second, our gazes locked, and I caught a glimpse of the exhaustion etched on his face. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, his shoulders heavy with a burden I couldn’t yet name. He was still wearing the suit I had laid out for him before he left.“When… when did the accident happen?” Mrs. Ramirez asked between sobs.Clifford tore his gaze away from me and turned back to her. “Almost two weeks ago, Hilda.”My throat tightened. “W-When exactly?” I blurted out, my voice cracking.Clifford lowered his head, unable to meet my eyes. Be

Clifford’s POVThe sun blazed outside, while silence filled the office. Despite the crisis we were facing, work still had to be done—me as the CEO, and Millicent as my secretary. One thing I was grateful for was that by having her as my secretary, I could keep her by my side.I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she focused on typing in front of her monitor. She seemed composed after discovering what had happened to Cara, but I only hoped she wasn’t hiding her pain from me. I wanted to be with her when the worst came.“Mr. CEO, the work won’t get done if you keep staring at me all day,” she teased with a pout, shooting me a quick glance. Only then did I blink. How long had I been watching her, ignoring the stack of papers sitting untouched in front of me?“I know I’m beautiful… and sexy. But let’s finish our work first before we do anything else,” she added, a playful smirk curving her lips.I stood and walked over to her, placing my hands on her shoulders before leaning down close to h

Miley’s POVDeafening silence filled the space between Clifford and me all the way home. I knew he was trying to understand me by giving me space, and the guilt weighed on me. It all started when I refused his dinner invitation. That’s why, the moment we arrived, I changed clothes and went straight to the kitchen to cook.“Don’t you ever get tired after working all day at the office, yet here you are still cooking?” Nora asked while helping me chop vegetables.“I barely did anything in the office today. It’s Clifford who’s really exhausted,” I replied. A moment later, I froze while washing the meat, grimacing at the thought that suddenly crossed my mind.Why did that sound like it had a double meaning? I shook my head quickly, brushing it away.“Is something wrong, Miley?” she asked when she noticed my reaction.“N-No, nothing. Are the vegetables done? I’ll start cooking now,” I said, heading toward the stove.When we got home, Clifford went straight to his study. He didn’t even glanc