All Chapters of Being Mr. Hunt's Wife : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

When Alura finally walked back onto the executive floor, her stomach tied itself into knots. She had stayed away for more than a week, trying to process the guilt of sleeping with her boss. She expected Lucius to act cold, the moment she resumed. She expected him to build a wall between them, or at least treat her with strict professionalism to erase the mistake they made in his hidden office room.But he did not build a wall. Instead, he silently watched her.He did not want to make her uncomfortable. He kept a respectful physical distance. He did not ask her to stay late, and he did not get all over her, even when he really wanted to. But his eyes followed her every time she walked past his open door.He knew the truth now. He knew the woman making his coffee and sorting his schedules was his legal wife.Because of that, he could not stop his own curiosity. He looked at her differently.He started dropping odd, searching questions into the middle of their normal work conversation

The dining room of the Hunt estate was a bright display of wealth and power. Uncle Roland stood near the head of the long dining table, checking the silver cutlery and the crystal wine glasses. He wanted tonight to be flawless. Grandma Mabel was returning from her countryside health trip, and Roland intended to use this welcome dinner to secure her favor. The aroma of roasted meats and expensive spices filled the air. He needed allies if he was going to push Lucius out of the CEO seat, and winning over the matriarch was his best strategy.Grey Knight and his pregnant wife, Abigail, sat quietly near the middle of the table. They were the first guests to arrive. Uncle Roland had invited Grey, just to show off his presumed closeness with his mother the matriarch of the Hunt family.Two armed FBI agents stood just outside the dining room doors, keeping a watchful eye on the perimeter. The threat of Dimitri Volkov still hung over them, but Abigail had insisted on coming tonight, She knew

Alura sat on the floor of her bedroom, her knees pulled tight to her chest.She was still wearing her pajamas she put on last night. She hadn't slept. Every time she closed her eyes, the dining room scene replayed behind her eyelids. The slap. The look of drowning regret on his face. The crushing weight of the truth.Nessa sat on the floor beside her, holding two mugs of hot tea. She set one down near Alura’s feet."You need to take something," Nessa said quietly.Alura stared at the steam rising from the mug. She felt numb. The anger from last night had burned out, leaving behind a hollow, aching void in her chest."He knew," Alura whispered. Her voice was raspy. "He sat at his desk, just ten feet away from me, and he knew. I once texted him my deepest secrets. I complained to him about my boss. My boss." She let out a dry, broken laugh. "I was talking to him about himself. "And yet.... Yet he still watched me feel guilty even after finding out."Nessa wrapped an arm around Alura

The sun had barely risen over Cedarville when Alura walked into the Hunt Group lobby. The building was empty except for a few overnight security guards and the early-shift receptionist.Alura walked up to the front desk. Her face was pale, her eyes red-rimmed from crying all night, but her expression was locked into a cold, numb mask. She held a plain white envelope."Good morning, Miss Wayne," the receptionist said, looking surprised to see the CEO's assistant arriving before six in the morning in a simple sweater and jeans instead of her usual business clothes. "Are you heading up?""No," Alura said. Her voice sounded hollow. She slid the envelope across the polished counter. "Please make sure Mr. Hunt gets this the second he arrives. It's urgent.""Uhmm.... Of course."Alura didn't say another word. She turned around and walked out through the revolving glass doors, stepping out into the freezing morning air heading to go meet Percy's demands. She did not look back, she could no

The truth changed everything. There were no more secrets, no more hidden identities, and no more walls between them. For the first time since the cold interview between them, Alura and Lucius were just a man and a woman who loved each other. The ghost of Lou was gone, replaced by the real reality of the man standing right in front of her.Lucius refused to let her step foot inside the Hunt Group building after the incident. He insisted she take a few days off to rest and recover from the nightmare at the warehouse. He called her every few hours, his voice losing its usual icy edge, checking on her and making sure she had everything she needed.Her dad, Robert had finally agreed to safely check into a strict gambling rehab facility. The quiet of the apartment was a profound relief. Alura spent her days sitting on the sofa with Andy, slowly building the real sibling bond they had been denied for seventeen years. They ordered takeout, watched movies, and talked for hours about their li