All Chapters of I AGREED TO MY HUSBAND'S OPEN MARRIAGE RULES: Chapter 181 - Chapter 189

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CHAPTER 171

STACY'S POVThe warm, sweet smell of butter and sugar wrapped around me like a familiar blanket. My pastry shop—my real shop, the one I built from nothing—was bustling. The morning rush had eased, but the afternoon crowd was trickling in for coffee and macarons. I moved behind the glass display case, my fingers brushing a tray of freshly made croissants. The flaky layers were perfect. This, I thought, sliding the tray into place, this is mine. Not some inherited company. This is where I started.The shop was bigger now, sprawling. More employees in crisp aprons moved behind the counter, taking orders, running the espresso machine. The soft hum of conversation and the clink of china was a symphony I’d missed. I hadn’t been here in days, pulled into Michael’s world of boardrooms and hidden threats. But this place… it grounded me. It was real. And, yeah, it brought in more steady cash than some of his riskier ventures. That fact gave me a quiet, private satisfaction.I was helping Anna,

CHAPTER 172

MIACHEL'S POVMy phone buzzed against the polished boardroom table. Stacy’s name. Her voice, thin and scared, saying Matt’s name. He’s calling me. The world narrowed to a pinprick of cold, sharp light. Everything else—the quarterly reports projected on the wall, the expectant faces of my directors, the numbers that usually sang to me—turned to static. He’s threatening you.A red, primal alarm blared in my skull. Move.I stood up so fast my chair scraped and toppled behind me. “Meeting’s adjourned,” I said, the words clipped, absolute. I didn’t wait for a response. I was already striding for the door, my hand fumbling in my pocket for my car keys.“Michael, the acquisition vote—” someone called.“Handle it,” I threw over my shoulder, not looking back. The heavy oak door swung shut behind me, cutting off their confusion. My shoes tapped a frantic rhythm on the marble floor of the executive hallway. He found her. He’s at the shop. He could be there right now.The drive was a blur of honk

CHAPTER 173

STACY'S POVThe silence in our kitchen was thick, heavy. Michael held my phone—my old, cheap one—in his palm. His own sleek, dark device sat on the counter next to my hand. The switch felt… wrong. It was smart, yes. His phone was a fortress, wired to people who could trace a call in seconds. But my stomach was a knot of cold dread.“He’ll get angry,” I said, my voice too quiet. “If he calls and hears you… it’ll be a man’s voice. He’ll think I’ve given the phone to you. He’ll be provoked. He might… do something faster. Something we can’t predict.”Michael didn’t look worried. He looked… focused. Like a surgeon assessing a problem. “He’s already provoked,” he said, simple. “He’s calling you, threatening you, threatening me. This isn’t about calming him down. It’s about finding him. And I have everything under control.” He reached over, his fingers brushing my wrist. “You don’ have to worry about me. Worry about getting Millie safe. That’s your job right now. My job is him.”The touch wa

CHAPTER 174

MIACHEL'S POVThe silence after her suggestion hung in the study like a bad smell. Transfer all her shares and rights to me. The words bounced around my skull, sharp and wrong. I kept my face still, a mask of calm consideration, but inside, everything was screaming.This isn’t about Helen and George.She sat on the couch, trying to look resolved, but her fingers were picking at a loose thread on her sweater. A nervous tell. She’d built that company from a single bakery case. It was her pride, her independence. Handing it over, even to me, wasn’t a strategic move. It was a final one. It was what someone did when they were planning an exit.“Just to cut them off?” I asked, my voice deliberately even. I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers. “You’d give up your life’s work that easily?”She nodded, too quickly. “It’s the smart play. They can’t go after what isn’t mine. And you… I trust you to protect it. For Millie’s future.”For Millie’s future. She was using our daughter as a s

CHAPTER 175

MIACHEL'S POVKind. I almost laughed. There was no ‘kind’ in the world we moved in. Only transactions. “I’m not jealous,” I lied smoothly. “I’m cautious. And my caution is telling me he’s not being honest with you. About a lot of things.”“Like what?” The challenge was back in her voice. Defensive. She trusted him. It was a knife-twist.“Like the child he’s always mentioning,” I said, releasing her and walking back to my desk, pretending to organize papers. A casual throw. “The one he says is his. He’s been using that story to seem more stable, more trustworthy. A family man.”“What about it?” Her voice was tight.I turned, meeting her gaze. “It’s his niece. Her parents are diplomats, stationed abroad for a two-year term. He’s the temporary guardian. He’s not a father. He’s playing a part.”Her face went blank with shock. “How do you know that?”“I had him looked into,” I said, shrugging as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “The moment he started getting close to you. Yo

CHAPTER 176

STACY'S POVThe morning light was too bright, too cheerful for what I was about to do. I stood in my closet, staring at my clothes. Just normal clothes. Nothing that looks like I’m going to a battle. I chose a simple pair of jeans and a grey sweater. Comfortable. Anonymous. Like a woman going to work.My heart was a trapped animal, beating hard against my ribs. I’d already asked my assistant to bring Michael the papers. The transfer documents for my company shares. He’ll sign them. He won’t ask why. I’d made sure the request seemed routine, a follow-up to our conversation yesterday. He’ll think it’s about Helen and George. The lie sat heavy in my stomach.I walked into the kitchen. Michael was already there, sipping coffee, reading something on his sleek phone. He looked up, his sharp eyes scanning me. “You’re dressed early.”“I have to go to the shop,” I said, my voice steady. Too steady. “Inventory day. It’s going to be long. I might be late.”He nodded, a slight frown on his face.

CHAPTER 177

I turned and walked towards the warehouse entrance, my steps heavier now. Not alone. The thought gave me a strange strength.The inside of the warehouse was vast, dim, lit by a few hanging bulbs. Dust and old oil smells filled the air. And there, in the center, stood Matt.He looked… unchanged. The same arrogant posture, the same sharp, hateful eyes. Next to him were Helen and George, dressed in expensive clothes that looked wrong in this grime. And David, standing slightly apart, his face tense.My footsteps echoed on the concrete. They all turned to look at me.Matt smiled, a cruel, triumphant smile. “Stacy. You finally came home.”I stopped a few yards away. “This isn’t my home.”Helen sniffed, her elegant face pinched with disdain. “You look terrible. Still dressing like a common shop girl.”George just stared, his burly frame imposing, his eyes cold.I ignored them, focusing on Matt. “You wanted to talk. So talk.”Matt spread his hands. “I want you back. Simple. You sign the pape

EPILOGUE

STACY'S POVHenry nodded. “It was the right thing.” He gave me a small smile. “You’re free now, Stacy. Truly free.”Michael kept his arm around me, guiding me out of the warehouse, away from the lights and the shouts and the past that was finally being locked away.The days after were a blur of legal proceedings, but a blur with color. Happiness. Relief.We stood outside the courthouse, the sun warm on our faces. The trial had been swift. Matt, for multiple charges including kidnapping and attempted murder, got decades in prison. Helen and George, for the murder of my parents and extensive fraud, got life imprisonment. David, cooperating fully, received a lighter sentence, but still time.I felt… light. The anchor of my past was gone.Michael squeezed my hand. “Our wedding is in a few days,” he said, his voice soft. “Everything is ready.”I smiled, a real smile that started deep inside. “I can’t wait.”We drove to the cemetery, a place I’d avoided for years. My parents’ graves were si

AUTHOR NOTE

Dear Reader,If you have come this far, you already hold a piece of my heart in your hands. Writing this book was never simply about putting words on a page — it was about searching for something true, something that might find you at the right moment, in the right light.I want you to know: this story is not finished. What you have just read is the first breath of something much larger. The questions left unanswered, the doors left half-open — they are not accidents. They are invitations. The journey continues, and I promise I will not leave you waiting long.My next book is already on the app- PUNISHED BY HUSBAND, FORCED BY BIKER DADDIES . I am pouring everything into it — new voices, deeper silences, and perhaps a few answers to the questions this one raised.BLURB- My husband thought cheating would break me but he was wrong.I let him keep his lover… and took his pack and three alpha bikers wolves bound by loyalty and blood… and me... their human mate with a hunger for revenge.I d

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