All Chapters of CHASE ME, HUSBAND: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Irene’s POV I watched veins protrude from his hands as he grabbed the guy by the collar. “Please. Let's him go.” I said, touching his arm lightly, but he pulled me behind him. “Stay there,” he ordered, and I huffed. “Chill, man, my friend and I just made a bet. She looks like a catch.” The guy said as he tried to wriggle free of Damian’s grip on his collar. At this point we were getting hard looks from everyone across the bar, even people walking past. Mike came up to us, holding two glasses of beer. He must have stepped out to get them. "Hey, what’s going on?” He asked. I moved closer to him, lowering my voice. “Help me out. He’s really going to hit him in the face.” Mike nodded, then turned to Damian. "There are a couple of CCTV cameras here, man. You could get arrested.” Damian only clutched the guy’s collar tighter ignoring Mike. Pointing at a table, he asked. “And is that a teenager flashing her camera at Irene?” Damian’s shoulders seemed to stiffen at Mike’s wo


Irene’s POV “Did Mom get hurt?” I asked, my voice tight. “Not really.” She said, and my fist balled up. “Don’t lie to me…okay. I promise I’m going up to my apartment right now.” The streets buzzed with screeching sounds of speeding cars as I walked back to the entrance of my apartment. “Goodness. I shouldn’t be saying this, but she hit your mom with her cane. Just a little on the arm.” I tripped back, reaching for my arm, and feeling air tighten up my lungs. ‘A little on the arm’—Tracey''s words echoed in my head as I flattened a palm against my chest, my breath uneven. "What's that sound?” she asked. Feeling my steps slow down and my throat tight, I pressed my weight against the wall. “I’ll call you back." “You should stay…" Tracey’s voice trailed off as I ended the call, my fingers trembling around the phone. Just a few more seconds, I’ll get inside. Grab a couple of pills and I’d be fine. Nodding, I pushed myself along, feeling cold air mixed with heat in my skin as I

Irene’s POV My grip tightened around the phone. “I’m doing it for Mom. There’s nothing to be happy about.” She chuckled dryly over the phone, and suddenly the air going through my lungs felt stuffy, like dust. I hated it. My reaction to her. “You’re too modest, dear. Damian Russo is the most important man in the city. I bet you don’t watch the news.” “You’d be lucky to have him. Your future and kids will thank you for it.” I scoffed. “Isn’t that the same thing you told Mom? Now look at where that got her. Stuck with a broke—“ “Watch your mouth, girl.” She hissed and a smug smile spread across my lips. So she couldn’t take her own medicine? Hypocrite. “I’m not the same Irene, Nana. Don’t try to hurt her.” She went silent. Then she huffed out a laugh. “Tracey, that little devil, running her mouth and all.” “That’s not even the point.” I snapped. “I know. Get yourself together and make this arrangement work.” I squeezed the sheets in my hand, pressing my back harder int

Irene’s POV I froze, my eyes darting around to find almost everyone in my living room. Almost, because it was only Layla missing. My parents stood on one side, both Mom and Tracey grinning from ear to ear as if they were competing. Gramps and nana stayed behind Dad. On the other side was Greg, Damian’s dad, who had a smile with his hands crossed together in front of him. “Go on, dear. He’s waiting.” He said, gesturing towards my room. “Come on, honey.” Mom urged me on, and my brows wrinkled as I inched towards my room. The decorations on the walls, the balloons hanging from my ceiling, and the rose petals trailing up to my room like some red carpet. How did they do all of this and when? Where was Mike? Then I saw him. He was standing there, faced away from me, leaning against the window. “What in the world is going on? We're not in some kind of rom-com movie, are we?” I asked, and he turned slightly. “My dad wanted me to. Just for formality.” My heart dropped to my sto


Irene’s POV My eyes shifted to Mom's, and she had a pleading look as she said, “She’s the event planner.” My eyes widened a bit, but I gathered myself as I turned to her. “Looks like you must have thought you’re the last event planner in—“ “I personally asked her to come over.” Mom cut in, and the corner of Mia’s lips lifted up in a small smile. “Yeah. I couldn’t say no to my best friend’s mom—“ “Ex-best friend. From the moment you let him stick his dick down your throat.” I cut her off, and Mom touched my arm slightly. “Language, honey. We’re not here to argue.” “The past is in the past. Besides, you’re getting engaged to someone much better.” Mia said. My lips curled up in irritation. “At least now you know. You snatched a loser," I said, and Mia’s expression dimmed. It was satisfying. Just a little bit. But I needed a full explanation on how Mom assumed it was a good idea to have Mia plan my engagement. “Anyway. You’re right. Everyone is.” She said. "I’m just here