All Chapters of My Husband Brought His Mistress Home: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ANABEL’S POV “No,” Arthur said, shaking his head slowly, his hand trembling slightly where it rested against the blanket. “No, Miles, the father? No, that’s not possible. I’ll admit Miles is a great many things, but he isn’t that heartless. I’ve known that boy his entire life. And as for the cheating, maybe you saw something and misunderstood it. Maybe you were hurting that day, and your mind convinced you of something that wasn’t actually there.” He pushed himself more upright against the pillows as he spoke, his hand shaking harder now. Beside him, the monitor’s steady beeping quickened noticeably, the sound sharp enough that I found myself glancing at it nervously. I worried that the stress of this conversation alone might be enough to undo whatever fragile progress the doctors had made since this morning. I understood his reaction in a strange, painful way. If I’d been standing in his shoes, I probably would have responded exactly the same way, clinging to whatever version of t

DMITRI’S POVThe doctor stepped back into the room not long after Arthur's admission about the will, gently but firmly explaining that his heart rate had climbed higher than he’d like to see and that continuing the conversation any further risked undoing whatever progress the morning’s treatment had managed to achieve. Arthur protested weakly, insisting he was fine, but even he didn’t have the strength left to argue properly. Within a few minutes, Anabel and I found ourselves being politely but firmly ushered back out into the hallway.We walked in silence for most of the way to the car, both of us clearly still processing everything that had just unfolded in that room. By the time we settled into the back seat, I glanced at my watch and realized we’d spent considerably longer there than either of us had planned, well past her usual closing time at the office.“I’ll drop you home,” I said, giving the driver her address before she could argue otherwise.She nodded, not bothering to pro

MILES’ POV“Just the person I was looking for,” I said, letting a small smile settle onto my face.I needed to be careful here. I needed to play this exactly right if I wanted any of it to actually land. Anabel had always seen herself as the wronged party in all of this, the innocent victim in whatever story she’d constructed in her head about our marriage falling apart. If I wanted to get anywhere with her today, I needed to lean into that. I needed to let her keep believing she held the moral high ground while I quietly worked my way back into whatever soft spot still remained underneath all that manufactured resentment.“Hi, Anabel,” I said, softening my tone deliberately, making sure the warmth reached my eyes, the same look I remembered giving her the very first time I’d actually fallen for her all those years ago.“I tried to get him to leave, but he wouldn’t listen,” Chloe said, turning to Anabel, her voice still tight with irritation. “He kept saying he wants to speak to you,

MILES’ POVI sat in the car for a long moment after the door slammed shut in my face, my hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary, frustration coiling hot and immediate through my chest. That hadn’t gone anything close to how I’d rehearsed it on the drive over. I’d expected resistance, sure. I’d expected her to put up some initial fight before the apology actually worked its way through her defenses. What I hadn’t expected was for her to stand there clapping at me like I’d just performed some kind of circus act, mocking every carefully chosen word I’d offered her.And then, to top it off, she’d had the audacity to casually mention some dinner she had planned tonight, some important date, and I didn’t need much imagination to guess exactly who she was seeing. Dmitri Ivanov. That same smug bastard who’d wrapped his hand around her waist in front of half the city’s elite, who’d sent that ridiculously expensive dress to her door like it meant nothing to drop that kind of m

MILES’ POV“Grandfather, all this isn’t good for your health right now,” I said quickly, forcing genuine-sounding concern into my voice. “You’re not in good enough shape to be getting this worked up. How about you get some rest, and once you’re feeling better, we can actually talk about this properly?”I watched him carefully, hoping he’d see the reasonableness in what I’d just said, hoping it might buy me a little more time to figure out exactly how to navigate whatever landmine Anabel had apparently already planted here.“You must think I’m some sort of fool, don’t you?” he said, his voice flat and unimpressed.“Grandfather, I would never..."“Shut your mouth, boy!” he yelled, his voice suddenly rising with a force that startled me, considering how weak he’d sounded just minutes earlier. “I asked you a question, and you’re trying to evade it by hiding behind my health. Did I say I wasn’t doing fine? Have you lost that much respect for me that you can’t even answer a simple question