บททั้งหมดของ MY UNGRATEFUL HUSBAND DIDN’T KNOW I AM THE TYCOON’S DAUGHTER: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Standing just outside the office, my entire body still tense from everything unfolding within, I knew I had only seconds left before everything spiraled out of control. My mind raced frantically, searching for a way—any way—to stop Ashley from saying my name. Then, without allowing myself time to reconsider, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I didn’t think about the consequences. I didn’t think about what could go wrong. I just acted. My fingers trembled slightly as I dialed Kevin’s number. My heart pounded so loudly it felt like it would give me away. The call connected almost immediately. He picked up. But I said nothing. Not a single word. I muted the call and held the phone tightly against my chest, barely breathing. I heard movement inside the office. Kevin had noticed something was wrong. Of course he had. Moments later, I caught a glimpse of him through the slight gap in the door as he excused himself politely. His posture remained composed, but there was a su

A few days after his last visit, Kevin made an unexpected return to my company. His reappearance wasn’t driven by courtesy or unfinished business in the usual sense—it was fueled by dissatisfaction. Whatever answers he had received previously, whether from me or from the situation itself, had not settled his mind. If anything, they had deepened his curiosity. There were gaps, inconsistencies, and subtle details that didn’t sit right with him, and Kevin was not the kind of man who could ignore such instincts. So, he came back—this time with sharper eyes and a more deliberate purpose. On the surface, his return seemed like good news to Alan. Alan had been quietly anxious since Kevin’s abrupt departure during their last meeting. The timing had been unfortunate—right after Michael had signed the contract presented by Samantha, a contract that was anything but genuine. When everything unfolded exactly as Samantha had predicted—Michael losing interest in continuing his previous agreement

I couldn’t think. My mind went completely blank, as though every thought I had ever known had been wiped clean in an instant. All that remained was one overwhelming question, echoing loudly in my head: Should I run… or should I stay? Neither option felt right. Running would only make things worse. Staying meant facing a truth I had worked so hard to hide. Because standing right in front of me—impossible, undeniable, and terrifyingly real—was my brother. Kevin. He wore a perfectly tailored suit that fit him like it was made for power itself, every line sharp and precise. It carried a quiet, undeniable authority, and his presence alone was enough to make people step aside without a single word. And me? I stood there in a worn cleaner’s uniform, clutching a mop like it was the only thing anchoring me to the ground. The contrast between us was almost cruel. His eyes widened slowly, recognition dawning in waves. He didn’t speak immediately. He just stared—taking everything in. The u

After a long stretch of tears and broken voices, the storm finally settled. The room grew quiet, almost unnaturally so, as if even the walls were exhausted from witnessing everything that had just unfolded. None of us spoke at first. We stood there, catching our breath, trying to steady ourselves after the emotional wreck we had become. When I finally lifted my head, my eyes met theirs. Kevin. Jasmine. We all looked the same—drained, red-eyed, and swollen-faced. It was almost pitiful. Jasmine was the first to break the silence. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand and let out a small sigh before forcing a weak smile. “We actually look terrible,” she said, her voice still slightly shaky. “Like… really terrible. Our eyes are so swollen it’s almost embarrassing.” For a second, none of us reacted. Then suddenly—We burst out laughing. Not the polite kind. Not the controlled kind. But the kind that comes from deep within, the kind that breaks through pain and turns it into so

Michael didn’t move immediately. The keys rested in his palm, cold and familiar, but his fingers didn’t tighten around them. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on Alan—steady, searching, unreadable. Something wasn’t right. It wasn’t what Alan said. It was how he said it. “The tycoon’s daughter requested it,” Alan had claimed so easily, as though the words required no weight, no explanation. As though it made perfect sense for a deal to be withdrawn so abruptly. Michael leaned back slightly in his chair. “I haven’t reviewed it yet,” he repeated, his tone calm, almost indifferent. Alan gave a small shrug. “Then there’s no issue. She doesn’t want to proceed anymore.” No issue. Michael’s eyes narrowed just a fraction. If there was truly no issue, then why the urgency? Why send someone earlier? Because that was the part that lingered. The errand man. Luke. Michael’s grip on the keys tightened slightly now. A simple mistake—that’s what it had looked like on the surface. A confused i