All Chapters of Seducing My Own Billionaire Husband: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"What truth?"My head spun, my heart racing.Whatever was about to come to my knowledge, I knew I had to brace myself.My hand unknowingly sought something to keep my balance, holding on to the backrest of the couch."Remember the story I told you about? Cath's Paw. It was true. That was the very first time I saw you," he said, nodding like he was agreeing with what he just told me. "But I wasn't there because I wanted to see you. I was... just intrigued to see the person my... friend had a crush on."A crease appeared on my forehead.A friend?"He used to tell me a lot of things about you. How pretty you were. How smart you were. How he would always go to the places you usually went, but never had the courage to ask you out because he knew you were focused on studying," he said, leaning on the drawer.His eyes were glued to the floor as if he were picturing it in his head. Part guilty, part angry. But either way, he was determined to tell me everything."I was happy for him. Really,"

“Did you like it?” he asked, looking around his office like it was also his first time seeing it. “I had it repainted. Did some rearrangements,” he added, brushing his fingers by the wall.Everything changed.The walls were now painted in dirty white, and the carpeted floor was a deep emerald. The whole space only played with three colors including brown.His new desk claimed the center of the room, with shelves to the left, a Lawson couch for guests, and his little pantry that now looked completely brand new.'Everything' looked brand new.And to me, it felt refreshing not to see it as the place where all the ugly things happened. Nothing here reminded me of those anymore.My eyes immediately drifted to where the cabinet used to be, and found the spot empty—replaced by a small trash bin.“I threw it away,” he said, as if he read my mind. He headed to the pantry and grabbed two mugs from the cupboard. “Just like what I did to our house. I thought it would be best to renew things… to m

I shook my head, trying my best to compose myself as I limped my way back to my desk.What happened earlier in Jack's office was mind-blowing—too satisfying that I had to leave in an instant, even when he asked me to stay.Now I had to deal with the reminders in my head: how he took me not just once, or twice, but three times.He begged for more, and then another.And I? I didn’t even ask him to stop, not until Finn knocked on the door, breaking the moment and finally 'knocking' some sense into me about the risk I was taking.I had to stop by the pharmacy to get an emergency pill. None of us were ready to face a surprise little person in my stomach.I thought it would be best to stay safe."Oh my gosh..." I gasped as I felt my legs tremble the moment I sat on my chair.Arthur was at the salon at the moment; he left a little note on my desk telling me so."New secretary?" A man in a simple pair of working clothes but with extravagant accessories around his neck and wrist, that seemed h

Anna.She looked like a mess.The woman who always came in polished and perfect, with her high and tight ponytail, now stood with a choppy pixie cut that looked like she hacked it off herself.Her once-sleek eyeliner was smeared, and her mascara had melted into dark stains under her eyes, giving her the look of someone who hadn’t slept… or wasn’t sober.“Anna, what are you doing here?” Jack asked, his voice flat, a cold frown settling on his face.She grinned wide and bright and dragged her chair closer to his side before placing her hand on his arm, clinging like a sloth.Jack peeled her off immediately, stepping back and shifting into a defensive stance that put him slightly in front of me.“Honey, you weren’t answering my calls,” she cooed, voice trembling between sweet and sour but came out too bitter. “What’s wrong, hm? I thought you said we’d be together forever. I even got us tickets to Paris. We could go on a date… stay in a grand hotel… share one bed…” Her fingers crawled up

As far as I knew, we weren’t expecting any company. Not when we were heading for work.And yes—we weren’t. Because only 'he' was.Jack received an emerald box with silver calligraphy etched in the middle, and boy, he did 'not' want to spoil what was inside.“I’ll pick you up later,” he said as he pulled up by the entrance. “Please don’t work yourself too much. Save a lot of energy for later,” he teased, a smug little smirk tugging at his lips.I chuckled, slipping my shoulder bag on and was halfway out of the car when he grabbed my knee.“Forgetting something?” he asked, pouting his lips and wiggling those thick eyebrows once.“Is that some kind of requirement before going to work?” I arched a brow.“Of course.”He didn’t even have the patience to wait for me. He cupped my chin, pulled me close, and kissed me."That was for me. Now don’t look at your boss too much or you’ll see him with a black eye tomorrow.”I gasped. “You brute.”He clicked his tongue and winked. “Just like how you