All Chapters of Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Jenny POVI parked the car and stepped out, gripping the thick stack of case files. My palms were damp with sweat.The “Northwood case” folder Lucas had put together felt heavy in my arms—like it was packed with something volatile, ready to go off at any moment. I took a steadying breath and pushed open the solid mahogany door.The living room was bathed in warm light—too warm, almost artificial.Anna was sitting on the couch, holding a steaming bowl of bird’s nest soup, carefully feeding Lisa one spoonful at a time. Every movement was exaggeratedly gentle. The moment she saw me walk in, she lowered her voice on purpose, putting on that fragile, wide-eyed look like a startled deer.“Jenny, you’re back,” she said softly, setting the spoon down. Her gaze flicked quickly toward the staircase before returning to me. Her voice was sickly sweet. “Alex has been waiting for you for a while… He doesn’t seem in a great mood. Did something happen at the company?”I ignored her probing and headed

When I pushed the door open, the living room was wrapped in a kind of staged, almost suffocating calm. Alex sat on the couch flipping through reports, while Anna crouched beside Daniel, tying his shoelaces. The scene looked so harmonious it was almost offensive.I walked straight over and slammed the heavy folder down onto the marble coffee table.The sharp sound cut through the room. Everyone froze. Daniel shrank back behind Anna, startled, while Alex frowned and looked up at me.“Jenny, what is it this time?”“Take a look.” I didn’t waste a second, flipping open the first page.It was a still from the bakery’s kitchen surveillance footage Rita had pulled through her connections. The image was crystal clear, timestamped two hours before the party began. Anna, in that pale lavender dress from that night, stood alone in the cake storage room. In her hand was a small, unlabeled glass vial. She lifted the cake box lid and carefully drizzled a clear liquid over the frosting.The second pa

The lights in the living room were too bright, casting a cold sheen over the polished furniture. I stood by the entryway, still clutching the crumpled stack of evidence, my fingers so tight they’d gone pale.My son, Daniel, was still curled up in Anna’s arms, staring at me like I was a stranger. Anna’s sobs had quieted; she stroked his back gently, occasionally glancing up at Alex with that look of someone who had just narrowly escaped disaster.Alex walked over and took the remaining photos from my hand. He didn’t even glance at them—just fed them straight into the shredder beside him. The machine let out a harsh grinding noise, and within seconds, every piece of evidence was reduced to scraps.“Since Daniel was just being mischievous, that’s the end of it.” He spoke quickly, almost urgently, like he was desperate to force the page to turn. “Jenny, go warm up some milk for Daniel—he’s scared. Anna, take Lisa upstairs to rest.”I stared at the shredder, then back at Alex. My throat wa

Caspian’s hand rested steadily on my waist, the warmth of his palm seeping through the fine wool fabric. The touch held no trace of ambiguity; instead, it carried a stern, business-like resolve, as if he had erected an unshakable steel barrier behind me.I straightened my back, tilted my chin up, and gazed past the shifting crowd in the foyer, my eyes locking straight onto Alexander.Pushing aside two businessmen who tried to block his way, he strode toward me in such a hurry that the polished gentlemanly demeanor he always maintained cracked at the edges. He stopped two meters before us, his chest heaving violently. His gaze swept over me before fixing sharply on Caspian.“Caspian Knight, what do you think you’re doing?” Alexander’s voice was low, every word ground out between clenched teeth. “Parading my wife around an event like this—just how far do you intend to provoke me?”Anna clung to his arm, her nails digging hard into the cuff of his suit sleeve. She had changed into a whit

The first rays of dawn, pale and tentative, filtered through the blinds, casting soft stripes across the unfamiliar room. My eyelids fluttered open, heavy with a blissful exhaustion I hadn't known in years. My body felt… utterly languid, every muscle singing with a sweet ache. Slowly, my mind resurfaced from the depths of sleep, bringing with it fragmented, intoxicating memories of the night before. Caspian. The fierce passion, the tender devotion, the way his lips had found every hidden sensitivity, the strength of his arms around me… A blush crept up my neck.I reached out, my fingers seeking the warmth beside me on the bed. But the space was cool, smooth. Empty.My eyes snapped open completely. I sat up, the soft silk sheets pooling around my bare waist. The other side of the bed was perfectly undisturbed, devoid of any sign he had ever been there. No dented pillow, no stray dark hair, not even the lingering scent of his cologne.Panic, cold and sharp, pierced through the afterglow