All Chapters of Seducing My Own Billionaire Husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Away from the buzzing crowd, I found myself sitting on the couch inside the old office of Winehouse Senior.Everything around us was as old as the house itself, considering it had been standing since Nolan's father was the king, and had only been renovated just before they decided to leave this beautiful place.Jack sat beside me, noticeably more relaxed than earlier, though he kept our hands intertwined on his thigh."What's the family meeting about?" Jack asked, eyes fixed on our joined hands, squeezing them now and then as if my hand were a stress ball.Nolan poured two glasses of brown liquor, offering one to Jack, who accepted it with a wry smile."I had a call from one of our common investors. He mentioned that investing in your company was a great decision. And this week, his market rose. He was happy," Nolan said, grunting as he settled into the throne-like chair across from us. "And so am I."Elizabeth chuckled, checking her dress in the mirror, ensuring everything was in pla

Jack asked me to stay by his side, yet he handled things on his own.He went back and faced his father.Whatever wrath he was about to spit on his son, my only wish was that Jack would have the patience to take it.I trust him.And I know he’ll get through this.“He’ll be fine,” I muttered as I made my way back to the garden, hoping I could find a little space for myself.The crowd was suffocating me.But the moment my feet dragged me here, I realized it was a bad decision.“Lookie, lookie, Bonnie… the bitch of a wife is here,” someone screeched, forcing me to lift my eyes from the pebbles I’d been staring at.A blonde. The taller one who had been hanging off Douglas. She wore a rose-gold mini dress—too short, too tight, and her A-cup chest was squeezed so hard I could barely breathe for her.“Why? Did your sexy husband suddenly abandon you? Sad…” She puckered her lips in a mock pout before taking a sip of champagne.Would it be too mean of me to wish she’d choke on it?I just stood t

"Sorry," Jack muttered, picking up whatever he dropped before shifting stiffly in his seat."Is there a problem?" Nolan asked, eyebrow arching. In a blink, that sharp, skull-piercing stare of his was back.I chuckled, shaking my head. "None, Uncle. It’s just that Jack and I agreed to spend more time together… alone. And, uh— that part of our marriage needs to be planned well.""Not exactly what I heard last night," Elizabeth giggled, stuffing a forkful of salad into her mouth.She heard?Oh. My. Gee.I swore I didn’t make a sound. Not even a squeak."We were just… exploring things— ugh, that sounds worse," I mumbled, losing focus the moment Jack slid his hand back onto my thigh, slow and intentional, like he wanted to fry whatever sanity I had left. "We were… uhm…"Jack shot me a look, amusement glittering in his eyes, and clearly, refused to help explain the chaos we caused last night.I wanted to smack my head and recall every noise I made throughout the night.This was so embarrass

"You're still taking these fucking pills?" he repeated, each word sharper than the last."Jack, I—I was about to tell you." My voice cracked.A lump swelled in my throat so hard it felt like it was blocking my airways, making it impossible for me to breathe properly."Tell me what?" His tongue swept across his lower lip, his jaw tensing, hands curling into tight fists. "That you don't want to have a child with me? Is that it?""What? No! No, Jack. I was just..."Just what? Afraid? Afraid that he hadn’t really changed—that one day he’d wake up and walk away from me?That was my real fear. One of the reasons I hesitated. One of the reasons I stalled. And now that everything was out in the open, I couldn’t even defend myself."What?" he barked, stepping closer. "What!" His voice rose into a yell, his face tightening with impatience and hurt."You still don't trust me? You think I'm lying again? That I'll leave you for someone else? That I'm still the same fucking asshole who wanted to li

"He’s probably not really waiting for me to come home," I mumbled to myself as the empty house greeted me.The broken glass wall had been replaced, every corner was spotless, like nothing had ever happened.But still… I was going to pursue this.I made the mistake; I should be the one to mend it.I had already changed into comfortable clothes—Jack’s white tee and my loose pajama pants.Six in the evening. He was almost due home for dinner. That was if he would come home for dinner.I’d set the plates, worked on the steak for hours, prepared hot mashed potatoes, sweet corn, white cheese, and all with the wishful hope that he’d walk through the door and sit across from me.Our supposed anniversary had been ruined because of me. I wanted to make up for it, the way he had.Nibbling my lower lip, my gaze flicked to the wall clock. Every ticking second only pushed my mind into dark places it shouldn’t go.I kept seeing Anna and him. Her lips on his neck… Her hands guiding his… Their bodies