All Chapters of Into His Mistress's Body: Billionaire's Heartless Wife : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dante,On the way back, I noticed Veronica, listing everything on her phone carefully. Now, pushing the cart, I watched her taking the grocery haul too seriously.Honestly each day had become a book of mystery with her. As if I had no idea what she would do next. Behaving like a perfect mother who took care of Aurora as if she had experience for years, who somehow knew how to cook in a perfect way, puzzled me more than I wanted to admit.Even when I told Taylor about her cooking, he laughed at me, saying I might be falling for her. Otherwise how could I praise her cooking? She even burned the entire kitchen in her own apartment. He had to renovate it later.Yet here she was, walking between shelves with the calm precision of someone who had done this a thousand times, comparing labels, checking dates, muttering small calculations under her breath. It felt strange, watching her like this, as if I was looking at a version of Veronica I had never known existed.“ I don't think this sauce

Dante,Mom left after having dinner and some small talks with Veronica. Surprisingly, they had their own conversation that I wasn’t involved in. Mom used to be openly hostile to her. Now she was talking as if they were just two people trying to get to know each other. The sight left an uncomfortable weight in my chest, something I couldn’t quite name, something that refused to settle.After she left, Veronica cleaned up. She winced from time to time for some reason, her fingers pausing briefly against the counter before continuing, as if she was trying to hide the pain. Each time she did it, my eyes followed her movements without my permission. I noticed it more than I wanted to, and the fact that I noticed it irritated me.I took care of Aurora and tucked her into bed while she did her job. When I pulled the blanket over my daughter, my hands lingered a second longer than usual, my thoughts drifting far from the room. I listened to her slow breathing, trying to steady my own.It felt

Pearl, The glass was already empty, yet I still lifted it toward my lips, tilting it stubbornly, waiting for a drop that no longer existed. Only the faint smell of whiskey reached my nose. In the bar, sitting there, doing nothing but enjoying the hot waiters quieted my rage. I let out a sharp breath and slammed the glass onto the counter. “You scared me,” I hissed. " I needed to know where Dante lived!" The sound rang louder than I expected, a hollow crack that vibrated up my arm and settled behind my eyes. A dull ache pulsed in my temple, slow and insistent. Sabrina laughed. She sat across from me with one leg crossed over the other, her heel swaying lazily in the air. Her eyes were glazed with alcohol, yet there was still something too alert in them, something that never truly softened. The corner of her mouth lifted as she raised her glass, watching me over the rim. “Don’t get upset,” she said, voice loose, almost playful. “Instead of stalking your little unruly lover

Yvonne,"Papa... I want to go to Papa!" Aurora burst into tears the moment she noticed Dante in the meeting room, listening to the director with a serious expression. Her small hands curled into fists, her lower lip quivering as tears spilled down her cheeks."No. Papa is busy, sweetheart!" I tried to stop her, reaching out, but she slipped from my grip and ran toward the door. Her shoes slapped loudly against the floor as she began banging on it with both palms. "Papa. Open the door. Papa!""Oh my goodness!" Panic shot through me. I rushed forward and pulled her away from the door, crouching down and holding her close as her body shook against mine. "I am sorry." I looked at his assistant secretary, my face burning with guilt, my fingers tightening around Aurora’s shoulders. "She isn't usually like this.""No, it's alright. I will tell Boss—!"The door swung open before he could finish, making both of us freeze. The sudden sound made Aurora flinch. Dante stood there, his expression t

Veronica,I stood there frozen, watching this man whose life Veronica had destroyed, defending her… or me. My mind struggled to catch up, my thoughts colliding as I searched his face for cracks, for hesitation, for something that would tell me this was an act.Dante didn’t even look like he was faking it just because Aurora was there. His posture was firm, shoulders squared, jaw tight in a way that spoke of resolve rather than performance. As if he genuinely trusted me. The realization made my chest tighten.But why? I had expected him to kick me out, to take his brother’s side, to accept that I was the one at fault. I had braced myself for rejection, for judgment. Instead, I was standing in the middle of something I didn’t understand.“Do you trust her over your own brother?” Daniel’s words were sharp and venomous, his lips curling as if he truly didn’t expect Dante to defend me.“Yes. I do!”My eyes widened in shock. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. A sharp pain shot through m