All Chapters of His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

CHAPTER ELEVENLAUREN’S POVJulian did not rush me.That was the first thing that made it worse.He just stood there for a second, looking down at me like he had all the time in the world, like he was deciding which part of me to cut open first. Then he dragged another chair across the floor and sat right in front of me.Silas stood behind him.He wouldn't look at me.My heart was pounding so hard it made my ribs hurt.Julian crossed one leg over the other and said, almost lazily, “Do you know what I hate most about betrayal, Serena?”I glared at him over the tape on my mouth.He tilted his head. “It’s not the betrayal itself. It’s the effort. The patience. The creativity. It insults me.”I made a muffled sound, trying to speak through the tape, but he ignored it.He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Poison in my coffee beans was already ambitious enough. But shampoo?” He gave a short, humorless laugh. “Body spray, too? You really have been busy.”My stomach dropped.F

CHAPTER THIRTEEN LAUREN’S POV Helooked like he belonged in places like this. No, worse. He looked like he owned them. My mother went pale. My father actually pushed his chair back a little. Julian’s gaze moved lazily over both of them before resting on me for half a second. Something dark flickered there. Then he smiled at my father. It was not a kind smile. “Richardson,” he said. “Evelyn.” Neither of them answered. Julian pulled out my father’s chair like this was his table, his restaurant, his whole damn city, and sat down beside my mother. My father remained standing. It should have been ridiculous. Instead, it felt exactly right. Julian adjusted one cuff and said, “Please. Stand behind me if that makes you feel safer.” My father looked like he wanted to choke on his own rage but didn’t dare. So he did it. He stood behind Julian’s chair. I stared. My mother looked like she might faint. Julian turned his head slightly, glancing up at my father. “Good. You lear