All Chapters of My Husband Brought Another Woman, I Chose His Best Friend : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Ralph turned the laptop the rest of the way around so we could see the whole screen, not just the corner of it."Sophie Marsh," he read aloud. "Personal email, but I traced the device it usually connects from. Company wifi. Fourth floor."I stared at the name, waiting for it to mean something, and then it did."That's Camilla's old assistant," I said slowly.Liam went very still beside me. "She works for the board now. One of the members brought her over after Camilla left.""So she still has access to things," Amy said quietly. "And still has a reason not to like you.""This could be Drew," Ralph said. "Using her because nobody would think to look at her.""Or it's just her," Amy said. "People don't always need someone else's reasons."Liam picked up his own phone, already dialing before he'd finished speaking. "Patricia needs to hear this tonight, not tomorrow."Patricia answered on the second ring, and even through the speaker I could hear her sit up straighter once Liam explained

I called Elena on a Sunday afternoon, mostly to hear her voice and complain about the weather, nothing more serious than that."Tell me something good," Elena said, the sound of Italy behind her, dishes clinking somewhere in her kitchen. "I need a distraction. Marco's been rearranging the pantry for two hours.""That sounds important.""He alphabetized the spices, Nina. There is nothing important happening here."I laughed, sitting down on the couch with my knees pulled up, the phone warm against my ear."How's work?" Elena asked. "Still surviving Liam Ashford and his impossible schedule?"There it was, an easy opening if I wanted one."Actually," I said, "we're serious now. Officially. There was paperwork."Silence on the other end, just long enough to make me nervous."Paperwork," Elena repeated."HR disclosure. Conflict of interest forms. It was very romantic.""Nina." Her voice had changed completely, warm and a little unsteady. "You're telling me this like it's a footnote.""I'm

Amanda's house hit Liam like a wave the second we stepped through the door, noise coming from three directions at once, a dog barking somewhere upstairs, Zoe's voice cutting over all of it."You're here," Zoe announced, appearing in the hallway like she'd been waiting behind the door the entire time. "Mom said you might not come.""I said he might get held up at work," Amanda called from the kitchen. "Different thing entirely."Liam stood very still in the entryway, a bottle of wine held slightly out in front of him like an offering he wasn't sure would be accepted."Thank you for having me," he said, formal in a way that made Zoe tilt her head at him like he was a strange new species."Do you always talk like that?" Zoe asked."Zoe," Amanda warned, appearing behind her with a dish towel over one shoulder."It's a fair question," Liam said, surprising all of us. "I don't have a good answer for it."Zoe seemed to accept this as a reasonable response and grabbed his hand without asking

Sunday dinner at my place had always been loud, even before Liam, but this was the first time it had ever included him as more than a passing mention in conversation, more than a name I brought up carefully and then quickly changed the subject away from."You're actually cooking?" Amy asked, walking in with a bottle of wine and immediately eyeing the chaos on my stove."I'm attempting to cook," I corrected. "Liam's actually doing most of it.""Liam Ashford. In an apron," Ralph said, appearing behind Amy with a grin already forming across his whole face. "This I need to see with my own eyes. Photographic evidence might not be enough."He got his wish almost immediately. Liam stood at the stove, sleeves rolled up, an apron tied slightly crooked around his waist, stirring something with far more concentration than the task probably required, like the sauce might report back to the board if he got it wrong."Don't," Liam said, without turning around, clearly sensing an audience gathering

The dress had taken me three tries to zip correctly, and even now, standing in the mirror one last time, I wasn't entirely sure it was the nerves making my hands unsteady or something else entirely."You look perfect," Liam said, appearing in the doorway of the bedroom, already dressed, his tie perfectly straight in a way that made me suspect he'd redone it more than once too."You have to say that." I replied as my cheeks turned red."I don't have to say anything," he said, crossing the room to stand behind me, meeting my eyes in the mirror. "I'm saying it because it's true.""I feel like I'm about to walk into an exam I didn't study for.""You've been studying for months," Liam said. "You just didn't know it. Every dinner with Elena, every conversation with Patricia, every rumor you survived at the office. This is just the final room.""That's not as comforting as you think it is.""I know," he said, smiling faintly. "I'm better with numbers than speeches. You knew that going in."T