All Chapters of Married To My Gay Bestfriend : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Devin's POV The meeting with my grandfather had gone exactly as badly as I expected. I had suspected that Victoria would be there. My grandfather never missed an opportunity to remind me of the path I had refused to take. What I had not anticipated was the surge of protectiveness I felt when Harrington started talking about annulment and settlements and Eve's expression flickered with hurt. She had handled it beautifully but I knew her well enough to see the cracks beneath the polished surface. Now she was asleep in the bedroom while I stood in the living room, staring at my phone and trying to process the latest update from Mark. Martin's legal challenge had gained traction. A board member named Sterling, a man who had resented the Lovelace family for decades due to some old business deal that had gone sour, had thrown his support behind the investigatio

Eve's POV Victoria Ashford called me at nine o'clock the next morning and invited me to lunch. "Just the two of us," she said, her voice warm and friendly in a way that set off every alarm bell in my head. "I feel like we got off on the wrong foot yesterday. I'd love the chance to get to know you properly." I wanted to say no because every instinct told me this was a trap. But I was curious. Victoria was clearly still interested in Devin, and she was working with his grandfather to undermine our marriage. If I wanted to figure out what she was planning, I needed to get close to her. "I'd love that," I said. "Where should we meet?" She suggested a restaurant in Midtown, the kind of place where the waiters wore white gloves and the menu didn't list prices. I wore my most expensive dress and my highest heels and arrived exactly five minutes late, just to make her wait. Victoria was already seated at a corner table, looking immaculate in a pale blue blouse and pearls. She smil

Eve's POV I woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Devin's voice in the living room. He was on the phone with Mark, his tone clipped and professional. I lay in bed for a moment, listening to the rumble of his voice through the wall, and felt something warm settle in my chest. He had told Victoria no. He had chosen me over his family, over his inheritance, over everything. That had to mean something. I got up and pulled on a robe. When I walked into the kitchen, Devin was standing by the counter with his phone pressed to his ear. He looked up when I came in, and his expression softened almost imperceptibly. "Mark, I'll call you back." He hung up and handed me a cup of coffee. "Good morning." "Morning. What was that about?" "Martin's PI found something or thinks he found something. He's claiming he has proof that I'm not gay and that the marriage is fraudulent." I took a sip of coffee. "What kind of proof?" "None, because there's nothing to find." He said it sim

Eve’s POV In the boardroom, we sat on one side of the long mahogany table, Devin and I, with Marguerite at the head in her capacity as the legally appointed executor overseeing the proceedings. She had structured the hearing to function with legal authority, calling witnesses and cross examining testimony before making a binding recommendation to the full board. Her sharp eyes missed nothing. Across from us, Martin had arranged himself like a king surveying conquered territory. Sterling, the board member who had sided with him, sat to his right. Delphine was in the corner, her face pale and drawn, her hands wrapped around a cup of water she hadn't touched. Ambrose was conspicuously absent. Martin had either decided not to call him or Ambrose had finally grown a spine and refused to participate. Either way, I was grateful for small mercies.

Devin's POV Mark's called at seven the next morning. "Sir, your grandfather has made it official. You've been removed from the Cresswell board effective immediately. Your trust fund has been frozen and your personal accounts through the family bank have been closed. I've already transferred your independent assets to a private institution, so your day to day finances won't be affected, but the family money is gone." I stood in the kitchen with my phone pressed to my ear. My grandfather was probably sitting in his study, sipping his morning coffee, congratulating himself on finally following through on a threat he had been making since I was twelve years old. I had spent my whole life waiting for Harrington Cresswell to accept me, and he had spent my whole life proving he never would. "I expected that." "Your grandfather also issued a public statement this morning. He expressed 'significant conce