All Chapters of My Husband Brought His Mistress Home: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CIERRA’S POV“Do you think I enjoy being evicted?” Miles snapped, yanking the wardrobe door open with more force than necessary. He dragged out a suitcase and dropped it onto the bed with a heavy thud that made me flinch slightly. “You think he told me this news and I just stood there happily accepting it? He didn’t give me a choice, Cierra. And from everything I’ve learned about that man over the years, once he gives an instruction, he doesn’t change his mind about it. Ever.”I stood there completely speechless, watching him yank the suitcase open and begin pulling items out of the closet with the kind of grim, mechanical resignation of someone who had already accepted defeat. It was like he had stopped fighting the moment the words had left Arthur’s mouth, like the thought of pushing back against it hadn’t even crossed his mind as a real possibility. That, more than anything else, terrified me. The Miles I knew never simply accepted defeat without exhausting every possible option fi

CIERRA'S POV“Roman,” I said quickly, keeping my voice low despite the empty kitchen surrounding me, “Arthur knows everything.”There was a brief, sharp silence on the other end of the line before he spoke again, his tone considerably more alert now. “Everything meaning what, exactly?”“About the baby,” I said. “That Miles is actually the father, not Zach. Anabel apparently went straight to him and told him the entire truth.”“Does he know about me?” Roman asked immediately, his voice tightening with obvious concern.“No,” I said quickly. “He doesn’t know anything about you. This is purely about Miles and me.”I heard him exhale slowly on the other end, some of the tension easing slightly from his voice. “Okay. That’s something, at least.”“Roman, since he knows now, there’s no reason for me to keep staying here,” I said, glancing briefly back toward the staircase to make sure Miles hadn’t followed me down. “I’m coming over to your place. Tomorrow”“You can’t come here,” he said flatl

CIERRA’S POV“And where are you going now?” Miles asked from behind me.I stood up from the edge of the bed where I’d been sitting, having just finished applying my makeup. I was already dressed and ready for what was, without question, the biggest task I’d ever seriously considered undertaking in my life. My hands had been trembling slightly the entire time I’d been getting ready, and I’d forced myself to breathe slowly and steadily just to keep my composure intact. This was so far outside anything I’d ever done before, and I genuinely hoped, more than I’d hoped for anything in years, that whatever Roman had planned actually unfolded the way he expected it to.I cleared my throat quietly, realizing I’d stayed silent a beat too long already. I’d run through nearly every excuse I could think of over the past several days. Repeating any of them now would only make it painfully obvious I was lying, if he didn’t already suspect as much. And I certainly couldn’t tell him the truth, that I

CIERRA’S POV “Answer the damn question, girl. I never asked you to come, so why are you here?” Arthur said, his voice carrying more strength than I expected, considering the state I’d imagined finding him in. My eyes scanned the room quickly, taking careful note of everything around me without making it too obvious. He wasn’t lying helplessly in bed with an oxygen tube pressed against his nose the way I’d pictured on the drive over here. Instead, he sat upright in a wheelchair positioned near the window, still noticeably weaker than the man I remembered, but far more alert than I’d anticipated. Still, the IV line remained taped securely to the back of his hand, connected to a slow, steady drip, while a small monitor beside him tracked his vitals with a quiet, rhythmic beeping. My baby had been right. He was still attached to life support, even seated up like this. That detail alone told me everything I actually needed to know. I didn’t have time to waste on idle conversation. Firs

CIERRA’S POV I watched him as his breathing turned heavy and uneven, his chest rising in short, desperate pulls, as though the air had suddenly become too thick to drag into his lungs. His eyes darted between the wires dangling loosely from my hand and my face, disbelief and terror tangled across his features. It was the first time in all the years I’d known him that Arthur Wilson looked small. “What did you…” He started, the words breaking apart halfway out of his mouth, his voice already thinning. I didn’t give a damn what he was trying to say. “What, you want to scold me even now, when you’re about to die?” I said, tilting my head slightly. “Just shut up and let the process work.” “You’re not…” he wheezed, his trembling hands rising to his chest, his fingers clawing weakly at the fabric of his shirt. “You’re not going to get away with this.” “From where I’m standing, I already have,” I said, reaching out and lightly tapping the tip of his nose, the way you would with a misbeh