บททั้งหมดของ Goodbye Ex, I Married Your Uncle!: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

LILA’S POVThe first sound that reached me was a breathless moan.I stopped outside the study, frowning. Jason was supposed to be setting up the last part of my birthday surprise. At least, that’s what he’d texted me fifteen minutes ago.Then I heard it again—higher, softer. A woman.My hand tightened around the doorknob.I lightly pushed the door ajar to look in. I wished I hadn’t, because I heard my cousin’s voice, breathy and playful: “Tell me again… who do you want more? Me or Lila?”My scalp prickled. No. No, she wouldn’t—Jason’s answer came out in a low, hungry whisper I’d never heard him use with me.“You. God, you.”Something inside me snapped taut. I pushed the door open. I saw Jason’s pants pooled on the floor beside the desk. My gaze drifted upwards to see them on the armchair, my cousin still in her dress that was bunched up around her hips, straddling my boyfriend. Jason still had his shirt on, half-buttoned, hanging open where she’d clearly tugged at it. Their bodi

ADRIAN’S POVThe first thing I registered was the ache behind my eyes.I opened my eyes to a ceiling I didn’t recognize, then to the room around me. It was a 4-star at best, and the light filtering in felt almost offensive given the hangover I was experiencing. My jaw tightened as fragments of last night crowded in—heat, blurred edges, the sensation of soft skin under my hands. A broken little sound in my ear. Eyes looking up at me, wide and unfocused.Damn it.I pushed myself upright, muscles protesting. I never woke up like this. I didn’t drink enough to get drunk, and I didn’t take substances that I didn’t control myself. Yet my head was foggy. Someone had slipped something into my drink, I was sure. The welcome dinner, the toasts, and the insistent way Jason kept topping up my drink… in hindsight, it was obvious. I swung my legs off the bed, rubbing a hand over my face. My body told me exactly what had happened with the woman from last night, even if my brain couldn’t replay

LILA’S POVThe seconds that passed felt like hours. “How… how is that possible?” Aunt Maggie whispered, finally.Uncle Andrew’s gaze swung to me like a searchlight.Ice slid down my spine.“What the hell did you do?” he asked accusingly. “I—I don’t know. Can we please talk somewhere private?” I pleaded, dropping my voice. “Please, Uncle. People are staring.”Because they were. Guests nearby were already turning, eyes flicking between us, sensing drama like blood in the water. Music still played, but softer now, like even the speakers were listening in.“Wow,” Chloe drawled, appearing at Uncle Andrew’s side like she’d been summoned. “As usual, you’ve managed to make yourself the center of attention again.”Her eyes glittered with cruel satisfaction.“I’m not trying to—” I started.Aunt Maggie cut me off, her smile stretched tight. “No. We’re sorting this out right now.” Her voice was low but sharp. “Did you see Edward that night or not?”“I…” My throat closed up.Images flashed behi

LILA’S POVHeadlights washed over the garden, spilling across the stone path and the wall behind us. A sleek black car had pulled up near the side gate, engine still running.The backseat window rolled down.Adrian’s face appeared in the opening. His gaze flicked from Jason’s hands on me to my pinned posture against the wall.“I need to talk to her.” Adrian called out mildly. His voice carried easily across the garden. “Am I interrupting?”Jason’s grip on me loosened in shock and surprise. I took the chance to shove him away with everything I had, and I ran. “Lila!” he shouted behind me.I didn’t look back.Adrian’s car stood there, the engine humming. Before my fear could talk me out of it, I yanked the back door open and practically threw myself inside.Jason’s face darkened in the garden light as the car started to roll forward. His expression was a storm of fury and disbelief.I breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling like my lungs could expand. “Would you mind getting off me

ADRIAN’S POV“I’d very much like to stand by your side,” the voice on the other end of the line said, “but according to your family’s rules, unmarried heirs can’t enter the board. There’s nothing I can do.”“For Christ’s sake, this is not a kingdom, it’s a company,” I said, reaching the end of my patience. The voice laughed. “Adrian. Find a wife, and this becomes easier. We want you in charge, but we aren’t going to risk our necks for you.” He was the third shareholder to say almost the exact same thing.“Alright,” I said evenly. “Thank you for your honesty.”We exchanged a few polite words, and I ended the call.I set my phone down a little harder than I needed to.This was what I got for coming back to help.I had considered every angle before returning—the forged numbers, the missing money, the desperate expansion plans. I’d expected resistance, lies, and backstabbing.Somehow, I’d forgotten the most absurd obstacle of all.The “family rule.”Only heirs with stable marriages coul