All Chapters of My Husband Brought His Mistress Home: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

MILES’ POVThe three of us settled into the car, the silence inside considerably heavier than the noise we’d just left behind at the gala. My hand throbbed dully beneath the wrapped towel, but that discomfort barely registered compared to the questions currently burning through my mind.I wanted, desperately, to turn to Cierra and demand an explanation. Business partners. Since when had she developed any interest in business at all, let alone secured an actual partner, some stranger named Roman who apparently knew things about her life that I clearly didn’t? But with Grandfather sitting directly across from us, his sharp eyes occasionally flicking between the two of us, I couldn’t risk asking anything remotely revealing. Whatever this was, whatever Cierra had been hiding, it would have to wait until we were finally alone.Instead, I found myself watching Grandfather, and something about his behavior struck me as distinctly unusual. He’d had his phone out almost constantly since we’d l

ANABEL'S POVHe let out a small sigh, shifting slightly in his seat, his gaze drifting toward the windshield in front of us rather than meeting my eyes directly. His thumb moved absently across his ring finger, the same faint indentation I’d noticed that day in the elevator still visible there, a quiet, permanent reminder of something he clearly hadn’t fully let go of, no matter what he might say next.“Well,” he said finally, “since we have a bit more time tonight, and I already know everything about your marriage, why not?”I settled back slightly, giving him the space to actually say it.“So, yes, I was once married,” he began, his voice steady but quieter than his usual tone. “To a woman named Lara. I fell in love with her back in college, actually. She was probably my first real love, the kind you don’t fully understand the weight of until it’s already happened to you. We loved each other enough that we decided to get married the moment we graduated, and that’s exactly what we di

ANABEL'S POV Then, suddenly, he stopped, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead gently against mine, both of us still breathing heavily, our eyes still closed. “Today was a wonderful day,” he said softly, his voice low, almost reverent. “You deserve some rest.” “Right,” I said, embarrassment flooding through me instantly, my mind finally catching up with what my body had already done. I slid carefully off his lap, settling back into my own seat and smoothing my gown down with slightly trembling hands. The silence stretched between us, awkward now in a way it hadn’t been just minutes earlier. I could still feel the warmth of what had just happened lingering across my skin, my heart still beating faster than it should have been. Dmitri’s thumb moved slowly across his own bottom lip, wiping away the faint smear of lipstick I’d left behind. Fuck. I should have stopped him the moment I realized where things were heading. Now this was just going to spiral back into another one o

MILES’ POV I paced the length of the living room for what felt like the twentieth time, glancing at my phone yet again. The screen was still empty of any new messages. I’d already told Cierra over the phone that Grandfather had left for the night, that the coast was clear, and that she could come back whenever she wanted to actually talk. So what exactly was taking her so long? My hand throbbed faintly beneath the fresh bandage the family doctor had wrapped around it an hour earlier, though the pain barely registered compared to everything else currently churning through my head. Every time I closed my eyes, even for a second, the same issues kept popping back into my mind. There was a lot going on in my head, and I needed to find a way to sort through everything one by one before it overwhelmed me and I eventually broke down. Arthur had told me himself before he left. He said they weren’t dating. I’d asked him directly, and he confirmed it. So everything they did, everything I sa

CIERRA’S POV I pulled a fitted black dress from the closet and slipped it on quickly, my mind still partly occupied with the message sitting on my phone from Roman. But right now, I needed a plausible excuse to actually get out of the house again without raising Miles’s suspicion any further than it already was. “I’m meeting up with some friends,” I said, grabbing my purse off the dresser and keeping my tone deliberately light as I passed by the kitchen, where he was making his coffee. Miles let out a small, dismissive scoff, the sound sharp enough to catch my attention. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, stopping as my hand tightened slightly around the strap of my purse. “Nothing,” he said, though the smirk lingering on his face made it clear it was very much something. “It’s just that every time, you’re always saying you’re going to meet up with some friends, and you’ve been doing this for quite some time now.” “And?” I asked, crossing my arms. “And,” he said, leaning