Todos los capítulos de NEGLECTED WIFE BECAME THE MOST WANTED : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

CASSANDRA'S POV The way Emilia laughed was what did it for me. How dare she! I had watched them walk out of the office, Julian and her, side by side. I wasn't worried about the fact that Julian walked beside her confidently as if he belonged there, or the way he leaned slightly toward her anytime she spoke like he couldn't help himself. What pushed me off the edge genuinely was that laugh. She had laughed so comfortably like Julian was hers to entertain. I was enraged by that. I stood in my office, watching them through the transparent panel below. They didn't even know I was there. Of course, they didn't. They were busy being too comfortable with each other. Julian said something that made her tilt her head back and laugh again. At that exact moment, I felt like stepping out of the building and approaching them. I had to remind myself that I wasn't the place to intervene in his personal life. Not yet. They were being so real around each other and that's a problem for me. Becau

EMILIA'S POV I hadn't even noticed the sky had gotten so dark until we stepped out of the restaurant. I was having such a great time in there that I didn't even think to check my phone. Not once did I. The laughter, the conversations, everything about him had just managed to slip through my defence. For a moment, I just walked quietly beside Julian, enjoying and relishing the moment. "You are quiet." He noted, glancing at me as we walked toward the car. "I am just thinking." "That's really not a good place for you to be, knowing how much you overthink things." He stated dryly. I let out a laugh, fishing out my buzzing phone as it disrupted the quiet. The phone continued to buzz nonstop as I tried to get it out of my bag. "That's a lot of notifications." I frowned slightly, finally pulling it out. "Work?" Julian casually asked beside me. "I don't know...." I unlocked the phone, clicked on the most recent notification, and then everything went blank for a second after I read t

CASSANDRA'S POV I couldn't tell whether what I had done had actually worked on her. For one, Emilia was a very strange person, you can never fully know what will get to her and what will not. But I had hope that even for her emotionless being, this should be able to do the job. And it did. I was able to figure that out when I returned home from work. After what happened between Julian and me, I had taken it upon myself to stay back in the office for extra hours just so he could get home before me, and he wouldn't go about suspecting me if he met me at home. Like the past two days, I saw his car parked at the parking lot and I eased my car just a few walkable distances away from his. I killed the engine, picked up my bag, and got out of the car. Walking to the front door took a few minutes and I inserted my key into the hole, unlocking the door and walking into the room. The first thing I noticed was the strange scent of another perfume. I became alerted immediately after, walking

JULIAN’S POV Cassandra swallowed, staring at me dead in the eyes, I didn't look away as I wanted her to see just how much of her shit I was ready to face. “The fact that you trust her so blindly is really concerning. She’s a woman you have been away from for months, if anyone should trust her, it certainly shouldn't be you.” She squinted her eyes questionably at me. I squinted mine to match her stance. “Before she moved away, I had lived with her for years prior, and if anyone should be giving out opinions about her, I think I qualify as one of those candidates. Emilia is not a whore, she’s outstanding when it comes to her work, she has the talent, that’s the truth I am willing to stand for.” She shifted back, as if having been hit physically by my words. She opened her mouth but struggled with what to say for a while, then sighed and nodded. “I guess you have that right. But we will see what it comes down to. Just remember, there is never a smoke without fire.” Picking up her pho

EMILIA’S POV“I don’t.” Julian’s voice was a mere whisper as he spoke, staring down at the blank screen of his computer, he was deep in thought. There was no hesitation in there, he sounded certain. I blinked gradually, not wanting to get ahead of myself. “What?” “I don’t believe them.” he leaned forward slightly, his gaze locking onto mine in a way that made it possible to look away. “Not for a second.” “Then why….why were you asking me questions as though….” “Because I am angry.” he cut in. “Angry at them, at whoever is doing this, at your other boss for not seeing that this isn’t the right time for what he’s doing. Angry at the fact that you are standing in the middle of all these without even realizing how ugly it’s getting.” “I know exactly how ugly it’s getting.” If anyone should know, it’s me. I am the one it’s happening to.“Do you?” He sighed and leaned away again. “Because if you actually do, you wouldn’t be moving around, like everything happening isn’t affecting you.