All Chapters of Married To My Gay Bestfriend : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Eve's POVThe email from Jacqueline Hart arrived on a Tuesday morning with the subject line: Exciting Show Developments!I read it three times, my coffee growing cold beside me. Then I called Devin into the kitchen and made him read it too."The network wants to expand the format," I said. “They are adding more hours of surveillance in a new location and other couples to spice it up." I scrolled through the attachment. "They're calling it 'Under the Lens: Marriage Under Fire.' Four couples, all dealing with public scandals, living in a shared estate for two weeks while cameras document everything. Victoria convinced Jacqueline that the original format was too tame. She wants more drama, more access and more opportunity for us to slip up."Devin read the email twice. His jaw was tight. "When do they want to start?""Next week. We'd have to move to an estate in the Hudson Valley. There will be cameras in every common area. Evening surveillance will last until midnight, then morning cove

Devin's POV I woke before dawn with Eve's body curled against mine. Her head was on my shoulder, her hand was splayed across my chest while her leg was thrown over my hips, and I could feel the warmth of her core pressed against my thigh. The sheets were tangled around us, evidence of the night we had spent exploring each other. I lay still and let the memory wash over me. I can still remember the way she had gasped when I first entered her, the way her hips had risen to meet mine. The way she had said my name when she came, her voice breaking on the second syllable. The way she had reached for me again an hour later, her hands insistent, her mouth hungry. I still feel little me a fish that has been out of the water and just received a cup of water. I had waited seven years to touch her like that and now that I had, I couldn't imagine ever stopping. She stirred against me as her eyes opened, hazy with sleep, and she smiled. "Good morning," she murmured. "Good morning, lo

Devin’s POV The Couples' Confessions segment began on our fourth night at the estate.The producers had transformed the living room into a makeshift studio, that kind of setup felt deliberately intimate and deliberately invasive all at once. A single couch faced the cameras, positioned under lights so bright I could feel their heat from ten feet away. Greg sat off to the side with a tablet full of questions, his expression hovering somewhere between therapist and executioner. The other couples watched from the edges of the room, their faces a curious mixture of sympathy and schadenfreude. Nobody wanted to be in the hot seat, but everyone was relieved it wasn't them.Chloe and Nate went first. The questions were brutal from the start. Someone asked Chloe if she actually loved her husband or if he was just a prop for her brand, a handsome accessory she had acquired along with the sponsored content and the carefully curated Instagram feed. Someone asked Nate if he regretted marrying her

Eve's POV The office was a battlefield. I had been back at Lovelace Industries for three days, and the walls were closing in. Alden Cresswell's merger proposal had gained traction with two of our institutional investors. They liked the numbers he was pitching, the promise of short-term gains and expanded market share. They didn't care that he was Harrington's puppet, or that the merger was designed to gut our company and absorb it into the Cresswell empire. Priya stood in my doorway with her tablet clutched to her chest. "Alden is requesting a meeting in person. He says he wants to discuss the merger proposal directly." "He can discuss it with my lawyers." "He's also reached out to the board. Three members have agreed to hear his pitch." Three members was enough to force a vote if they all sided with him. I rubbed my temples and felt the beginning of a headache. "Schedule the meeting but not at our offices. Find a neutral ground and make sure our lawyers are present." Pr

Eve's POV The board meeting was scheduled for Friday morning. On Thursday night, I couldn't sleep. I lay in bed with Devin's arm draped across my waist and stared at the ceiling, running through every possible scenario. At three in the morning, I slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen. I made tea and sat at the counter with my mother's letters spread out before me. I had read them all a dozen times, but I kept coming back to the last one. The one she wrote the day before she died. Don't let them win, fight back with all your strength and when you find someone who will fight beside you, hold onto him. That's the real inheritance, not the money or the company but the person who stands with you when everything else is falling apart. I thought about Devin. The way he held me in the dark. The way he brought me lunch because I forgot to eat. The way he had burned Harrington's photographs and defended our marriage in front of the board and told a room full of reporters that he had l