Got A Free Husband, His Son Was A Bonus のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

~MELISSA~“Mummy, when’s Dad gonna be back?”“I don’t know,” I murmured without looking away from the laptop, my fingers sliding continuously over the keys.“Why don’t you know?”I looked down at him, unsure what to tell him -apart from 'leave me the hell alone', which I obviously couldn’t say.I began to wonder if this is what it felt like for those women, when their husbands start sleeping around and they're left to feed out excuses to their children.I shook my head and started typing.Just then, I thought I heard Desmond’s voice, and seconds later he came pushing through the dining room curtains.“Dad!” Caleb screamed and rushed to him while I returned my attention to my screen, deliberately nonchalant.“I got you a little fish pet,” Desmond said. “Wanna go see it downstairs?”“Of course!” Caleb’s excitement almost deafened me before he ran off."Don't you think he's too small to handle a fish pet?" I asked without looking off my computer."That's why he got a nanny!"My hand rema

~MELISSA~I watched Patricia's face break into several cracks, her lip dropping low. I had never seen that number of wrinkles appear in her face all in one time ever before."What... did you say?" She finally found her voice, drawing a little bit away from us.I let out a sigh and flew my chin up. "I do not want my company to partner with Raymond's."There was a short stiff silence that followed, then I heard Raymond sniffle out a low polite chuckle. "Please, it's not a proble–"But Patricia raised a hand and he swallowed his words like a dog. She finished filling her glass and pulled it off the stool before walking back towards the center without looking up."YOUR company?" She asked, giving her drink a slow swirling shake. She sighed as if she suddenly held back what she had wanted to say for some reason."And might I ask what reasons there are for you to not want to accept this offer?""Partnership deals aren't what I need for my scheme currently. Even if I should consider it,

~MELISSA ~"Last time, we agreed we wouldn't do this again. We shouldn't have!" I was kneeling before the bedside table, looking for my earnings where I think I left them close to the lamp.Even as I said that, there was no trace of regret in my voice.Desmond was still on the bed, the blanket covering him from the waist downwards, his chest bared to the golden rays and his eyes on the ceiling. I wondered what he had been thinking about or was he just looking at the ceiling because he liked its design or something?One moment we were kissing on the balcony like two idiots and the next, we were on his bed. How did this even happen?The first time, we were both drunk. What's our excuse now?"You're right," He finally said. "We shouldn't have," But he didn't sound remorseful either.This was bad. There was no way we could go on like this, neither of us even feeling the weight of the best we did despite our vows.I paused, looking over at him. Our eyes met and he was just still lying ther

~MELISSA~ The distancing strategy was working smoothly for Desmond and I – for the meantime. Despite living under the same roof, our contacts were brief, our conversations, strictly business oriented. If it wasn't then it had to be about something really important. This was the only way we could make it succeed even as we admit that we did have attraction towards each other. But love? That wasn't something I was ready to admit. I pushed myself back in the office chair and pulled open Isabella's diary to continue from where I stopped in the second page. :You've always been there right from the moment I took my first breath, beside me even though we didn't know each other and never have. But your presence was always felt in my life. Every single day.Isabella wrote about her so-called better half in the second person point of view. As if she was leaving an open letter for him. For Desmond. I wondered if he ever read it and marvelled at all of th

~MELISSA~Throughout the conference, I sat stiffly in my seat, careful to maintain a polite but careful distance, as though I weren’t sitting right beside my mother-in-law. Each time Patricia spoke, her voice smooth and assured, the room fell into attentive silence. She spoke like someone who already owned the space, like decisions were merely formalities waiting to be announced. I didn’t look at her once. Instead, I focused on my hands, quietly cracking my knuckles beneath the table, grounding myself, pretending my pulse wasn’t racing.I only made a few contributions that I had lighted down on my small paper and asked expected questions.By the time the conference drew to a close, my mind was buzzing with questions and answers I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. I could already see the cheerful and respectful expression on everyone's face as they spoke to her after. Either she had already bought them all or she had a terrific fit of influence that I was never aware of all this time.J