All Chapters of My Husband Brought Another Woman, I Chose His Best Friend : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

He didn't come back to bed until well past midnight, and when he finally did, I was still awake, staring at the ceiling, waiting, the apartment silent except for the faint mechanical hum of the building settling around us the way it always did this late."You don't have to tell me," I said into the dark. "Whatever it was last night. I don't want you to feel cornered into it.""I know." A long pause, long enough that I could hear him breathing in the dark. "I want to tell you anyway. I just needed a day to find the right words for it, which isn't usually a problem I have. I can talk a room full of lawyers into agreeing with each other. This is somehow harder.""Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."He was quiet another moment, and I heard him shift, sitting up slightly against the headboard, the faint city light through the curtains catching the line of his jaw."When we finally stopped hiding it," Liam said slowly, "when it was real, out in the open, not something stolen between tw

Zoe's question followed me around for days, small and persistent, showing up in odd moments, standing in line for coffee, halfway through a meeting, the particular way a child's blunt honesty tends to outlast an adult's practiced deflection.I hadn't answered it directly that Saturday. I'd laughed it off, said something about not rushing things, and Amanda had let me off the hook with an easy smile that told me she'd known exactly what she was doing when she let her daughter ask it for her.But I noticed things differently after that, small shifts I might have overlooked before, the relationship quietly settling into something neither of us was bracing for the end of anymore. It wasn't a single moment. It was a dozen small ones, stacked close enough together that I only noticed the pattern once I stopped to look for it.I found the first real evidence of it on a Tuesday, opening the bottom drawer of the bathroom vanity to grab a hair tie and finding it entirely cleared out, empty, wai

Patricia had the Larkspur situation quietly contained within two days, a few calls, some careful paperwork, the kind of clean, unglamorous fix that never made headlines precisely because it was handled before it could, the sort of quiet efficiency that came standard with a legal team billing more per hour than most people made in a week. It should have made things easier at the office. Instead, the stress of it seemed to have worn down some careful internal wall Liam and I had both been maintaining without ever discussing it out loud.I noticed it first in the hallway outside the executive conference room, his hand at the small of my back a beat longer than strictly necessary as he steered me toward the elevator, nothing dramatic, just present in a way it usually wasn't with other people around.I noticed it again in a meeting two days later, when he made a dry comment about a vendor's proposal, something only I would have understood as a callback to a joke from months ago, and caught

Apparently, we were going to need a longer meeting.Patricia looked between us for another second, as though waiting for one of us to explain the obvious thing she had somehow walked into without the benefit of the backstory.I looked down at the form.The blank beside Start Date of Relationship seemed unnecessarily large."I don't think this is going to be as simple as putting down a date," I said.Patricia leaned back in her chair."That's usually what dates are for."Liam made a quiet sound beside me that might have been a laugh.I looked at him."Don't.""I didn't say anything.""You were about to."He looked almost innocent.Patricia watched the exchange with the particular expression of someone who had spent enough time around executives to know when a meeting had stopped being entirely about business."All right," she said. "Let's take a step back."She pulled the form toward herself."We don't need the entire history. HR isn't asking for an essay.""That's good," Liam said.Pa

I showed Liam the text that night, sitting across from him on the couch instead of pressed against his side, needing the space to watch his face when he read it.He read it twice, then set the phone down gently on the table between us."What do you want to do about it?" he asked.I blinked. "You're not going to tell me what you think we should do?""I'm asking first," Liam said, watching me carefully. "You told me that's what you needed. I'm trying to actually listen this time."It landed somewhere warm in my chest, small and quiet, the kind of thing that mattered more than any grand gesture could have. A few weeks ago he would have already had his phone out, already moving toward some solution of his own making. Instead he just sat there, waiting on me."I want to find out who sent it," I said. "Before I decide anything else.""Then that's what we do."We called Ralph and Amy over that same night, off the record, nothing official, just four people around Liam's kitchen island with ta