Todos los capítulos de The Husband Who Fell in Love With Me Twice : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

ANTON "You're still in love with her." I nearly choked on my coffee. Across the table, Arthur looked completely unbothered as he took another leisurely sip from his cup. I lowered mine slowly. "Excuse me?" Arthur lifted a brow. "You heard me." I stared at him. He stared right back. Neither of us blinked. Finally, I dragged a hand down my face and sighed. "You're unbelievable." Arthur smiled into his coffee. "And you're obvious." I shook my head and set my cup down with a soft clink. "No. I'm handling this pretty well." "Are you?" His gaze flicked toward the restroom door before returning to me. "Because you've been staring at that door for the last ten minutes." I followed his gaze before immediately looking away. "That's..." I gestured vaguely with one hand. "She's been gone a while. I'm just being a concerned colleague." Arthur pressed his lips together. Said nothing. Which somehow felt far more judgmental than if he

ASHLEY The doorbell rang at exactly 8:47 p.m.I knew because I'd checked the clock three times in the last ten minutes while pretending I wasn't waiting for anyone.Or more specifically, pretending I wasn't waiting for Jordan. It was ridiculous. I had spent the last hour curled up on my couch with a book open in my lap, rereading the same paragraph six times because my attention kept wandering toward the front door.Not that I was expecting him.At least, that's what I kept telling myself.So when the bell rang again, I immediately set my book aside and got to my feet.The anticipation lasted exactly three seconds.Right until I opened the door.Then it vanished.Because Jordan wasn't standing there.Anton was.I blinked.His cheeks were slightly flushed.His curls looked thoroughly abused, as if he'd spent the entire drive dragging frustrated hands through them.And there was something off about his expression.Not devastated.Not exactly.Just... tired.The kind of tired th

ASHLEY I checked my phone again. Nothing. No messages. No missed calls. No notifications. Exactly the same result I'd gotten the last five times. With a frustrated sigh, I dropped the phone onto the kitchen counter and reached for my wineglass. This was ridiculous. I'd stormed out of Jordan's office. I'd told him I was done waiting for him. And yet here I was. Still glancing at my phone every few minutes like some lovesick teenager hoping he'd call, text, or at least send a half-decent apology. I took a long sip of wine. God, I felt pathetic. Lately, I'd been breaking every promise I'd made to myself. The worst part was that I knew it. "Are you expecting a call?" I nearly jumped. "What?" I looked across the counter at Anton. He pointed lazily toward my phone. "You've checked that thing so many times that I'm starting to think you're waiting for the president to contact you." A reluctant snort escaped me. "I was chec

ASHLEY With my phone, notepad, and pen in hand, I stepped out of my office and headed toward the conference room. I had barely made it halfway down the corridor when Anton appeared, a steaming mug of coffee balanced in one hand. I couldn't help the amused shake of my head. When he'd woken up this morning, his first complaint had been that his head felt like it was being split open. What exactly had he expected after finishing nearly an entire bottle of wine? "How are you feeling now?" I asked as we fell into step beside each other. Anton brushed a hand through his messy curls. "Still feel like shit," he admitted. "Just not as much as I did this morning." I pressed my lips together, patting his shoulder sympathetically. "Recovery. We love to see it." Before he could respond, a voice called out from behind us. "I see you guys came in together." Anton and I turned simultaneously. Sarah stood there with Daniella beside her. Both women wore matching express

SELENE I was spending my lunch break shopping with Sebastian for something to wear to my father's birthday party.The boutique was quiet, filled with soft music and the faint scent of expensive perfume. A rack of evening gowns stood before me, but my attention kept drifting elsewhere. More specifically, to Ashley. A smile tugged at my lips as Ashley's flustered expression replayed in my mind. "Thought of something funny?" Sebastian's voice pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced up to find him watching me with mild curiosity. I shook my head, running my fingers over the sleeve of a dress. "I think Ashley is seeing someone." One of his brows lifted. "You think?" I nodded. "She's keeping it a secret, but I'm sure she'll tell me when she's ready." I pulled a navy-blue gown from the rack and held it against myself, studying my reflection in the mirror. "Hmm." Sebastian slipped his hands into his pockets. "And her love life makes you laugh?" I lowered the dres