All Chapters of A Second Chance with My Husband in the Past: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Howard's footsteps echoed softly down the dimly lit upstairs hallway of Carter Mansion, the grandfather clock at the landing ticking past 2 AM. Portraits of stern Carter patriarchs lined the walls, their painted eyes seeming to judge his every move. His tuxedo jacket hung open, tie loosened, but his jaw remained clenched—a fortress of loyalty unbroken. He didn't hesitate at Anastasia's door, rapping sharply three times before pushing it open without waiting for an answer. The room enveloped him in lavish gloom: heavy velvet drapes blocking the moonlight, a four-poster bed swathed in silk sheets, and the faint scent of her signature jasmine perfume mingled with salty tears.Anastasia lay curled on the chaise lounge by the window, knees drawn to her chest, a crumpled tissue clutched in her manicured fist. Her designer gown from the reception was discarded in a heap, replaced by a sheer negligee that clung to her figure, mascara tracks carving rivers down her porcelain cheeks. She looked

Unbeknownst to Howard and Ryan, their heated exchange on the private top floor of Carter Enterprises carried faintly through the slightly ajar door—words like "contract," "slap," "Wendell," and "waiting for Grandfather's death" drifting into the hallway. No one had any idea someone lurked, but Daisy, a mousy new junior admin assistant, pressed flat against the wall just beyond, heart hammering. Hired only weeks ago, she wasn't a regular employee; Anastasia had plucked her from poverty—a desperate club waitress scraping by—and offered a lucrative "special job": infiltrate Carter Enterprises as a spy, eyes on Howard, reporting every whisper. The missing pen drive was Anastasia's deepest secret: she was the mastermind behind stealing company funds with Jeremy's help, and all evidence was on it—ledgers, transfers, and her digital fingerprints. She couldn't risk searching herself; Daisy was her invisible hand.Breath held, Daisy absorbed every damning detail—the secret marriage contract un

"You think you own her?" Carman growled, stance shifting to defensive, blood trickling down his chin. "Touch her again like you did last night—bruise her face—and see what happens." Charlotte froze between them.Howard growled low, a primal rumble from deep in his chest, fists tightening like vices, veins bulging as he regained footing from Carman's punch. Blood trickled from his split lip, but rage blinded pain—eyes locked on the doctor like a predator. Dr. Joseph Carman mirrored him, wiping nose blood, shirt rumpled, muscles coiled for the next strike. Both men advanced slowly, circling in the parking lot's slanting sun, gravel crunching under tense steps, ready to unleash.Charlotte lunged between them, arms outstretched, a fierce barrier. "Stop!" Her voice cracked the air, firm despite trembling. She whirled to Carman first, eyes pleading yet resolute. "Dr. Carman, it's my personal matter. I'll handle it. Please."Her words pierced him—hurt flashing raw in his blue eyes, the rejec

Howard's shock lingered, the words "foster kids" echoing as Ruby beamed beside him in the humming pediatric ward. He cleared his throat, glancing at the foster mom with quiet intensity. "What about her parents?" he asked softly, voice edged with genuine concern.The woman sighed, kneeling to Ruby's level, her weary eyes softening. "Her mother couldn't care for her—overwhelmed, unable to afford treatment for Ruby's heart condition. That's why she was given to me." She squeezed Ruby's hand gently. Howard nodded, processing, then pressed further: "And her father?""No information about him," the foster mom replied sadly, shaking her head. "Never in the picture." She stood, holding Ruby's tiny hand. "Come on, sweetheart, back to your ward now." They walked away slowly, Ruby clutching her pink bunny, waving back with a trusting smile.Howard stood frozen, shock rooting him—no parents, no safety net for this brave fighter. Heart heavy, he turned and walked out of the hospital slowly, city b

Charlotte's eyes blazed, wrenching her elbow free from Howard's iron grip, defiance surging past embarrassment. "No," she snapped, stepping back, voice steel despite her racing pulse. "I won't be commanded into your bed like some possession. Not after everything—your hospital rage, Anastasia's venom, our past." She jabbed a finger at his chest, the towel nearly slipping unnoticed. "Force me again, and I'll sleep in the damn hallway."Howard's jaw ticked, dark eyes narrowing to dangerous slits, towering closer with predatory calm. "Resist all you want, wife," he growled low, breath hot against her ear. "That bed's ours now. Or need I remind you of that brutal kiss in the hospital? How you melted despite yourself—next time, I won't stop there. Try me." His words dripped threat, split lip curling faintly, evoking the raw, punishing claim that left her breathless earlier.Fear and memory flashed; her resistance cracked under the vivid recall—his mouth crushing hers, unyielding power. Brea