Semua Bab My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband[ENGLISH]: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Miley’s POVThe next day, the doctor repeated the tests as promised to confirm if I was truly pregnant. But just like before, the result came back negative. A wave of sadness and disappointment washed over me, but I kept it hidden from Clifford.“I’m sorry to break the news to you, Mr. and Mrs. Alfonso,” the doctor explained gently. “What you’re experiencing may be caused by psychological stress, which can sometimes trick the body into believing it’s pregnant. It’s called pseudocyesis, or phantom pregnancy. We strongly advise you to avoid stress and, if possible, take some time off to relax.”“Thank you, Doc,” Clifford replied with a polite nod, his hand never leaving mine as he kept squeezing it reassuringly.I couldn’t bring myself to look at the doctor until he and the nurse finally left the room. The moment they were gone, Clifford sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at me.“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his hand tightening around mine.I forced a smile. “O-Of course. Why woul

Miley’s POVThe days passed quickly and peacefully with no problems between Clifford and me. He had been nothing but sweet and caring, and I felt as though I was finally recovering from all the stress—simply because he was right by my side.Ever since we came back from the hospital, I hadn’t seen Chanda return. I wasn’t sure if Clifford had dismissed her or if she had chosen to leave on her own. Maybe she was just giving me space to recover fully. Who knows?But just as the days slipped by smoothly, new problems seemed to arrive just as swiftly. On Sunday morning, I woke up to find Clifford missing from my side. According to Nora, he’d been locked up in his study since early and hadn’t come out yet.I waited patiently for him at the dining table with the breakfast I had prepared. The food grew cold, but still, he didn’t appear. I wanted to bring him a plate but something held me back.“Nora, put the food away for now. Clifford must still be busy. I’ll just take a walk in the garden fo

Miley’s POV“I want to show you something,” Clifford said as we descended to the first floor. There was an excitement on his face I had never seen before. We walked toward the kitchen, but before we could reach it, he pressed something on the wine rack in the mini bar. Suddenly, the cabinet holding all sorts of liquor shifted, revealing a hidden room.My grip on his hand tightened instantly. I clutched my chest as my breathing turned shallow, hyperventilating. Clifford’s gaze snapped to me, alarm flashing across his face.“M-Miley, what’s happening? Are you okay?” His hand pressed against my back as he shouted, panicked. “Nora, Shelly! Bring me some water, now!”I struggled to catch my breath, the nightmare from my past rushing back to me. It felt like déjà vu. Why was there a room like this in Clifford’s house?Moments later, Nora appeared with a glass of water. Clifford immediately pressed it to my lips, and only after drinking did I feel some relief. We sat for a moment on the high

Clifford’s POVThe moment I stepped into the conference room, a wave of loud voices crashed into me. Shareholders and board members were in complete uproar, everyone talking over one another, their arguments clashing so fiercely it shattered any semblance of order.Each of them had their own agenda. Each believed they were in the right.“Well, it’s about time you decided to show your face here, Clifford,” one of the senior shareholders sneered, his face red with fury. “We’ve had enough. We want you out as CEO. It’s clear you have other priorities besides running this company.”Another cut in, her voice sharp and dripping with blame. “Had you not meddled with your secretary, maybe this company wouldn’t be in such chaos. How long do you expect us to endure your leadership?”Jeffrey, ever the peacemaker, intervened. “Everyone, please. Stop throwing accusations at the CEO and his wife. The words you’re using are completely out of line. If you have grievances, voice them properly, in a dip

Miley’s POVThe sun was beginning to set, the sky heavy with clouds threatening rain. Yet here I was, still in the office, waiting for Clifford. I leaned against my desk, eyes fixed on the tinted glass wall, listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall—each second making me more aware of how long I had been here.He promised he’d be back soon, but the whole day had passed without a word from him. I sent him a message, asking if his meeting was done, but there was no reply. I didn’t want to call in case I disturbed whatever business he was handling.With a sigh, I straightened in my swivel chair, forcing myself not to think negatively. I shook my head, stood to stretch, and walked over to the glass wall, peering outside.Raindrops began to dot the window, then grew heavier until the downpour blurred the view beyond the glass.“Where are you, Clifford—” I froze mid-sentence when two hands suddenly covered my eyes from behind.“C-Clifford, is that you?” I reached up to touch the han