All Chapters of Seducing My Own Billionaire Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“You’re going somewhere?” he asked, following me to the kitchen. I was reaching for a glass when he was already offering me a cup of coffee. “I made some. It’s still hot.”I bit the inside of my cheek before taking it from him. He passed it carefully, his gaze glued to my injured hand.“Does it hurt?”The concern in his voice annoyed me, because it sounded so sincere it tugged at places in me I was trying so hard to shut down, he asked it so soft that I could feel myself falling for his trap.I sipped the coffee, hoping it could calm me, keep me composed, keep me distract from Jack.“I’m shopping with Victoria,” I said, refusing the direction he wanted this conversation to go. “I need clothes for work.”His tongue pressed against his inner cheek. “Lo… can we talk about yesterday?”No. No. No.I knew exactly what he was about to do. He wanted to convince me, soften me, melt my heart, use his body, his eyes, his lips… until I bent, until he could tame me.I sealed my mouth shut, finishe

Victoria dragged me away, whispering, “You told me in your text literally just a few minutes ago that he hurt you, and that you both are at war. Why are you with him? Reconciliation first before he could even apologize?”From behind me, I could feel Jack’s eyes following us again, probably still hoping I would call him later. Or maybe doing that math of how long I’d spend in the mall so he could use my absence to spend time with Anna.Victoria pulled me inside the mall like she was smuggling a fugitive.The moment we stepped in, she turned to me, took her sunglasses off, and showed me her wide, interrogating eyes.“Okay. Spill.”“There’s nothing else to spill. I already told you what happened yesterday in the message,” I insisted, tugging my arm back. “And he just drove me. He insisted, so…”“Just drove you?” She scoffed, like I was the liar. “Honey, you looked like you got hit by a sexy bus. Your face was red, your legs were wobbling. Don’t you dare lie to me.”“I wasn’t wobbling,” I

Victoria didn’t let go of my arm until we were three stores away and hidden behind a wall of mannequins wearing office blazers more expensive than my self-esteem.“Okay,” she hissed. “Tell me you did not believe a single goddamn words that Botox Cinderella told you.”I blinked, still in shock. “I… don’t know.”“Loraine!” She grabbed my face between her hands like she was about to exorcise me. “No. No. No. You are not allowed to crumble just because that giant Kim Kardashian wannabe threw a verbal fart at you.”I pushed her hands off. “She said he goes to her when he feels guilty. That only explains why he bought her a condo unit. Why he never came home to me.”“She eats lies for breakfast,” Victoria scoffed.“But what if—”“No.” She shut it down instantly, waving her hand in the air like the atmosphere disgusted her. “No what-ifs. No self-bullying. No imagining him and her—”She paused, squinted at my face, then gasped.“Oh my God, you 'are' imagining it.”“I’m not,” I denied, feeling

"Arthur," I muttered, though I shouldn’t have been surprised to see him in the building he owned. "I thought you only visit here on Wednesdays?" I asked as I stepped inside.He stood in the corner like a painting that accidentally came to life. His back relaxed against the wall, hands loosely gripping the elevator bars as if he were on some dangerous theme-park ride he’d mastered long ago. Looking all composed, beautiful, and effortlessly unbothered.He was in casual clothes today, hair tied in a low ponytail that somehow made him look even more ethereal.His complexion practically glowed under the elevator’s muted lights and obviously hard to ignore."Just had to check on a few things," he replied. "Lobby?" He asked, already reaching to press the button for me.I nodded."You?""Oh, uhm… I was with my friend. She has a unit here and uh… we were shopping at the mall nearby," I answered, suddenly got aware of how close we were. The air felt a little thinner and a little warmer.I had t

"I'm sorry."Those were the first words Jack said the moment we were left alone.He didn’t wait for me to sit. He didn’t wait for me to breathe. He closed the distance like he’d been starving for it."I shouldn’t have called Dad. I shouldn’t have sent people to look for you. I—I panicked, Lo." His voice cracked, just slightly, but enough to hit me. "I thought something happened to you and I... I just lost it. I was so worried."I stared at him.The emotion was there, it was clear in his eyes. Something too raw for me to mistake it as a lie.His hands trembled at his sides as he waited, praying I'd say something.Swallowing the words stuck in my throat, I took a breath and lifted my chin, fighting the urge to bite my teeth."Was your worry for me? Or for yourself only?" I questioned, wouldn't be too hard to answer that. But I knew he didn't have the right word to answer it.His lips parted, exactly like the first time I asked him that question—still unprepared, still scrambling for a w