All Chapters of How to Dump a Fake Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Emily had a month—just enough time to play properly with the Morrisons.Pocketing her phone, Emily strode toward the Morrison residence.When she rang the doorbell, the maid, Hannah Smith, came to answer. The moment she saw Emily, her eyes widened in shock."Miss Denver—you… weren't you on a business trip? Why are you suddenly back?"Emily didn't bother replying. She brushed past Hannah and walked straight inside."Madam! Madam! Miss Denver is back from her trip!" Hannah called out anxiously, hurrying after her.By the time Emily reached the staircase, Melinda appeared from the kitchen, clutching a steaming bowl of chicken soup."You—you're back?""Chuck's upstairs, isn't he?""No, he's not home…""I'll go find him."Ignoring Melinda's flustered denial, Emily started up the stairs."Emily, wait—don't go up there!" Melinda called after her in panic.But Emily quickened her pace, heading straight for their bedroom. She wanted to see how the guilty pair would explain themselv

"I admit I was a bit of a jerk just now. I'm sorry. Darling, how can you bear to make me sleep in the guest room? Please, let me in. I just want to hold you."The moment Emily thought of how he had just been intimate with Catherine—and now wanted to use her to get pregnant—nausea churned in her stomach."I'm tired," she said flatly. "Whatever you want to say, we'll talk tomorrow.""But, darling, it's been a whole week since I've held you. Don't you… miss me?"Emily nearly vomited."Don't you always listen to your parents? Why don't you sleep with them tonight?"There was silence outside the door for a moment, then the sound of fading footsteps.Chuck had always been proud and quick-tempered. In the past, whenever they disagreed, she'd be the one to compromise, to lower her head first.She really had loved him… What a joke that seemed now.Saying she was tired, Emily lay down, closed her eyes, and feigned sleep.But Catherine was cautious. It wasn't until well past midnight th

When Emily returned to the project department, all eyes turned to her with concern.She shrugged casually. "I've been dismissed," she said.A wave of disbelief swept through the room. Some colleagues sighed, some looked puzzled, others were openly indignant. Hilda ran over, voice trembling with outrage."Chief, you've pulled off so many major projects for the company! Skyyard stands where it is today, all thanks to you. How could they just fire you like that? This is clearly—"Slaughtering the donkey that's done milling.She didn't say the words aloud, but everyone thought them instantly.They all knew Hilda was right. Before Emily took charge, the company had nearly collapsed from a lack of new projects. After she stepped in, she pushed for reform, stopped chasing unrealistic contracts, and started rebuilding Skyyard's reputation with smaller projects—one step at a time. When she finally secured the Conlay Plaza project, Skyyard was reborn overnight.And yet, Emily—the one wh

Chuck flinched, his gaze flicking instinctively to the rearview mirror—to Catherine.She lowered her head, guilt clouding her face, too afraid to speak."My assistant drove this car a few days ago," Chuck said, forcing a casual tone. "He probably had someone riding shotgun. I'll scold him for it later.""Really?" Emily asked lightly."If you don't believe me, I'll have him come explain it to you in person tomorrow.""No need," she said, watching him closely."Darling, you can suspect any man in the world of cheating," he said, flashing his usual gentle smile, "but not me. I love you the most.""The most?" Her brow arched. "So there are others you love less?"He swallowed. "Wrong wording. What I meant is—I only love you."Pretending to be appeased, Emily smiled and turned the lipstick tube over in her hand."Oh? This brand looks familiar. Isn't this the one Catherine always uses?"At the mention of her name, Catherine's shoulders tensed. "I-Is it?""Mm. Seems your assistant'

Emily was stuck in traffic for a while, and by the time she arrived at the Seymour Group headquarters, she caught sight of a man in a black suit slipping into a white Maybach at the front entrance. Moments later, the car pulled away.That was the guy said to be "God's masterpiece"? The one she'd supposedly fall for at first sight?Seriously?Her lips twitched. The guy wasn't just short—he was dark and downright ugly, like a potato freshly dug from the mud. One look was an insult to her eyesight.Then again, it did make a sort of twisted sense. Patrick himself was dark, short, and painfully unattractive—clearly, genetics could be ruthless.And she'd actually believed him, thinking perhaps even coarse soil could nurture a beautiful flower.Now what? She was beginning to regret ever showing up.Inside the Maybach, the assistant in the black suit handed over a neatly stacked file to his boss. In a few concise sentences, he summarized the key points of the upcoming meeting.His boss