All Chapters of My Husband Brought His Mistress Home: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MILES' POV “Are you sure you're fine?” I asked Cierra again as she continued shaking, tears sliding down her cheeks. Seeing her like that only made the rage inside me grow worse. My breathing became heavier as I stared at the red mark forming on her face. That good-for-nothing bitch. How dare she do this? How dare she walk in here and put her hands on Cierra? She's pregnant, for crying out loud. The thought alone made my blood boil. I turned my attention toward Anabel as she slowly pushed herself back to her feet. Her eyes were red from crying, her hair slightly messy, and yet somehow, the first thing that came out of her mouth wasn't an apology. It wasn't regret. It wasn't even an explanation. “Miles, you slapped me?” she said, her voice filled with disbelief. I could hear how shocked she was, but honestly, I didn't care. That slap was a warning. If she thought she could walk around slapping whoever she wanted, then I would remind her exactly where the line was. “B

MILES' POV My hand went to my head as I let out a small sigh. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath, pinching the bridge of my nose. The pressure building inside my skull only seemed to get worse the more I thought about what had just happened. Everything had spiraled out of control so quickly that I still couldn't properly process it. Just a few minutes ago, I had been sitting in my office, thinking I was in control of the situation, thinking I had everything figured out. Now Anabel had walked out with divorce on her mind. How the hell did this happen? This wasn't how any of this was supposed to go. She wasn't supposed to hear that conversation. She wasn't supposed to know about the pregnancy. And now she was talking about divorce? I didn't want that. The realization annoyed me even more because I couldn't understand why I didn't want it. For months now, things between Anabel and me had been dead. We barely spoke. We barely spent time together. I couldn't even remember th

CIERRA'S POV I have to say, watching that cab move farther and farther away yesterday was one of the most joyous things I've felt in a very long time. The thought crossed my mind once again as I slowly walked around the living room. Even now, almost a full day later, the satisfaction still hadn't faded. In fact, every single time I remembered the look on Anabel's face as she left, the feeling only became stronger. I mean, who would've thought she'd decide to walk away from all this by herself? She's clearly nothing but a gold digger, so why... I bent slightly and looked toward the poolside through the large glass doors. Miles was still sitting over there with his laptop open in front of him. His attention seemed completely occupied by whatever work he was doing. A small smile appeared on my face. Yesterday, when Anabel left, I had briefly become worried. The way Miles stood there watching her leave almost made me think there was still a tiny piece of him somewhere that care

CIERRA'S POV My hand slowly rubbed Roman’s chest as we both lay there in bed, wrapped in silence. I was curled up comfortably in his arms while he stared up at the ceiling, and for a while, neither of us spoke. We simply remained there, enjoying the peace that came with the moment. Out of everything that had happened this week, these moments were easily my favorite. A small smile appeared on my face as I rested my head against his shoulder. Sometimes I wished time would just stop whenever I was here. No worrying about what excuse I would use next. Unfortunately, life never worked that way. Just when I was beginning to enjoy the silence, the sound of my phone buzzing on the table immediately drew both our attention. I already knew what it was before I even picked it up. With a small sigh, I stretched across the bed and grabbed my phone. Just as I expected, it was my alarm. I always set an alarm whenever I came to see Roman. At first, it was because I was afraid of losing track

ANABEL'S POV Chloe zoomed in on the lower-left corner of her phone screen. I squinted, leaning in, trying to make sense of whatever she was so fixated on until the blurry text finally sharpened into focus. A small handwritten sign taped just inside a glass door. Now Hiring. I glanced between her and the phone. She said nothing, just watched me, clearly waiting for the realization to hit. And it did. Slowly, piece by piece, until my stomach dropped. "Nope. Forget it," I said, shutting the idea down before she could even finish making her case. Of all the places she could suggest, why there? Yes, I understood it just happened to be the one hiring right now, but still... "But aren't you the one who just told me you'd take any job available at this point?" she asked, tapping the screen again for emphasis. "Yes. Any job but that one." "Why? What's the actual problem here?" "Really? You really want me to spell it out?" She didn't answer. She just crossed her arms and waited, the