All Chapters of Mistakenly Married To My Billionaire Roommate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Diane’s POVThe restaurant door closes behind me with a soft finality. I feel all the emotions I can think of, anger, hurt, betrayal and a devastating sadness that churn in a toxic cocktail. I see the sleek black car idling at the curb and walk right past it."Ma'am," the driver calls out, but I don't break my stride. Fuck him. Fuck Jason and his control disguised as protection.My phone vibrates in my bag against my hip. I stop walking, fumbling with the clasp as the ringtone begins its third cycle. Elise's name flashes on the screen. I answer immidiately, my voice tight."Hi.""I'm so sorry for calling at this time," she rushes out, "but I spoke to my friend, the one I mentioned? He can unscramble the pen drive. But there's a catch—he has a flight to catch tomorrow at 5 a.m. and he'll be gone for the next two months. I figured you'd rather he does it tonight than wait."The words take a moment to penetrate the fog of my anger."Oh. Right. So can I have it delivered to you? Or do I h

Diane's POVI slip out of bed, the cool floorboards a shock against my bare feet as I walk towards the bathroom. The bathroom door is slightly ajar, a sliver of light cutting through the darkness. I push it open without hesitation."Diane." He's standing by the sink, phone in hand, his reflection in the mirror looking like a stranger. He looks startled, caught."What's happening with Liam?" My voice is sharper than I intended, stripped of all softness.He sighs and the pretense crumbles. Obviously, he planned on sneaking out without me knowing. And if he really thought he was going to be successful, then he doesn’t know me as well as I thought he did. "He was taken. But we have everything under control. I have to go there." He moves past me, flipping the bedroom light on. The sudden brightness makes me squint my eyes."What do you mean? Who took him?" I follow him like a shadow as he shrugs on a shirt I don't even remember him taking off."I believe it has something to do with the pe

Diane's POVI see Jason turn his head toward the door, and I follow his gaze to find the one person I least expect to be here. My worst fear has materialized in the most horrific way possible. Carla stands in the doorway, her hand still wrapped around the doorknob like a lifeline. She's dressed for a party—hair perfectly coiffed, heels impossibly high, wearing a smile that was clearly mid-formation when the door swung open and is now frozen there, suspended, no longer belonging to her face.She doesn't move.Her eyes find the bed first. Then Jason. Then me. Then back to Jason again, and I watch it happen. I watch her face do five different things in the space of three seconds, and I cannot look away from a single one of them. Confusion, recognition, understanding, and devastation flash across her features like lightning in a storm. Her expression goes completely, terrifyingly blank. Like something behind her eyes simply switches off. Her hand releases the doorknob. The door swings shu

Diane’s POVHe picks up the phone.I watch his face the way I always do when he thinks I'm not paying close attention. It's a habit I developed somewhere between the kitchen counter incident and the contract, this quiet study of the man who somehow became my husband before I had the chance to decide if I wanted him to be. He has tells he doesn't know about. The slight tightening around his jaw, the way his breathing becomes deliberate and measured when something lands harder than he expected.Both of those things happen now.He reads the message a little longer than he should. Then, there is a pause that lasts exactly three seconds too long before he sets the phone face down on his knee with a casualness that is anything but casual."What did she say?" I ask. My voice comes out steadier than I feel.He looks at me. That direct, unguarded look he gives me when he has decided that the kindest thing he can do is not delay something."She wants to meet," he says. "Just me."The words land

Jason’s POVI arrive at the restaurant and spot her immediately. Carla is already seated in the corner booth, nursing a drink like it’s her only lifeline. Years have passed since we last spoke face-to-face, yet the second I see her, that old familiar knot of resentment twists in my gut.I pull out the chair and drop into it without ceremony. “Hey” I say.“Hey. You came” She offers a small smile and I can tell she is sad.“I did” I say, pulling a deep breath. She stares at me for a little too long and I’m very aware of how awkward this meeting is about to get.“Long time, no see” She says quietly and I nod“Well here I am” I respond but it’s more of a question than an answerThe waiter comes and she orders another drink. Whatever it is must be really daunting to her. I only order for sparkling water. I want a clear mind for whatever she’s about to tell us.“ Just water? Some things never change I guess” She chuckles lightly. Yes. She knows I don’t drink when there’s something importan