All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Uncle… and My Baby Daddy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The taxi pulled up at the entrance with only a few minutes to spare before I’d be considered late. I didn’t want my record to start with a black mark on day one.I walked in with my head held high. I had to meet my supervisor for my first debriefing and task assignments. My onboarding email had instructed me that the Compliance Department was on the fourth floor; that was where I’d find my new team.As the elevator climbed, I felt ecstatic. Every floor we passed made my heart palpitate with anticipation. I wonder what they’ll be like? I asked myself as I stepped out into the hallway.I walked toward the main workspace and pushed open the heavy doors, only to be met by a dozen curious, cold stares.“Hi,” I said, looking around. “Could someone tell me where the supervisor’s office is?”I was met with nothing but silence and blatant ignorance. What the hell? I thought. I hadn't even been there five minutes and I was already being treated like a pariah.“The supervisor’s office is over t

I closed the laptop and packed my things into my bag. My body felt sore from sitting all day, every muscle protesting as I finally stood up. I stepped out of my office just as the elevator pinged, waiting for me.“You leaving?”I jumped, clutching my chest as Sebastian appeared out of nowhere. “You scared me!”He just chuckled at my reaction. “Oh, you should have seen your face.”I stared at him, not finding it even remotely funny. My expression remained stony. “You aren’t funny, you know,” I muttered.“Come on, it’s not work-related,” he said, his tone softening when he saw I was genuinely stressed. “I’m treating a few members of the Compliance team to dinner, and I was wondering if you’d be interested in joining us?”I was surprised. He was really trying to help me bond with the team and bridge the gap in that hostile environment.“I can’t,” I answered. As much as I wanted to go, I couldn’t risk Eric finding out. Even if he thought I was just at a pottery class, a late-night dinner

“What are you doing here?” she asked. I stared at her like a deer caught in headlights. What was she doing here? I should be asking that question.“What are you doing ‘here ?” I asked her, instead.“Are you flipping the question on me?” she huffed. “I asked you first.”“Can we go somewhere more private?” I suggested, my heart hammering.“You better have a good reason as to why you are there,” she said, her eyes narrowing into slits.We got into the car she came with. I tried to relax, but I couldn't. I was on edge due to the hunger and Chloe finding out; if she knew, Eric would too. I gave the address for an oriental restaurant that served really good food—it was what I was craving. We stepped into the restaurant and found a quiet corner booth to sit.“Okay, spill everything,” she commanded. I did, as the dishes were being served while I stuffed my face full of food.“Are you sure this thing is real?” she said, staring at me skeptically.“Why would I lie to you, Chloe?”She raised an

I stared absentmindedly at my computer screen, the flickering cursor mocking my lack of productivity. My thoughts kept reversing back to Eric’s behavior from yesterday—the cold, calculated way he’d dismantled Eleanor until she ran away like she’d seen a ghost. I’d seen him angry before, but that? That was a different beast. It was a predator asserting dominance without even raising his voice.I ran my hand through my hair, a habit I’d been repeating all morning until my scalp felt raw. One thing was for sure: I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of that particular brand of fury.But even as the fear prickled at my skin, a deeper, more jagged resentment was taking root. I was already contemplating this entire marriage. Yes, I loved him—God help me, I did—but I was never going to play second fiddle to some "pick-me" bitch like Sophia. The necklace he’d given her, the house he’d provided... It was the last straw. The dismissive way he’d acted lately sealed it for me. I felt like a tr

I stepped into the building with a somber expression that felt like a permanent mask. I tried my best to interact with the other employees, offering small nods and forced smiles, but it was like they could sense the radioactive cloud of my mood. They gave me a wide berth, sensing that I wasn't in the spirit for the usual morning pleasantries.The weekend had been a grueling exercise in faking it. I’d spent Saturday bonding with my son, trying to lose myself in his laughter and the simple logic of fishing, but my mind was a million miles away. Sunday had been even worse, spent with Chloe. I tried to be in high spirits, but both of them could see right through my bullshit. They chose not to say anything, but the silence was heavy.I knew Chloe sensed the tectonic plates of my marriage shifting. She stayed out of it, refusing to pick a side, but her quiet withdrawal told me exactly whose "side" she was in at that moment. You could never outrun blood, no matter how muc