Todos los capítulos de My 90-day Marriage to my Ex-boss: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

I had no idea why I was still explaining basic business concepts to a room full of highly paid executives."Why is the stock dropping?"I looked around the conference room."Why are we losing clients?"No one answered."And why are our losses piling up?"The silence that followed only made my headache worse.One of the directors finally cleared his throat."Mr. Thorne, the current situation is largely connected to the scandal surrounding... you. Investors are becoming increasingly skeptical about the merger with Winslow Engineering now that your marital status has become public."I stared at him."And what exactly does that have to do with all of you being shit at your jobs?"His mouth opened.Then closed."The merger was one of our biggest growth strategies," another executive explained carefully. A significant number of investors entered into agreements with the expectation that the partnership between Thorne Automotive and Winslow Engineering would proceed as planned.""And?""The

I sat in my office for several hours after our argument.Still angry.Not the kind of anger that made me want to scream or throw something.The quieter kind.The kind that sat heavily in my chest and made me replay the same conversation over and over again.I didn't understand how he could be so intelligent and so completely clueless at the same time.I knew he was trying to protect me.I knew that.But firing those girls wasn't going to make things better.It was only going to make everyone believe the things they were already saying about me.That I was using him.That I had somehow manipulated my way into his life.That I couldn't survive without him.My phone buzzed.I glanced down at the screen.Esme.I stared at the message.No.Absolutely not.The last thing I wanted was to sit in a room with August's parents after the day I'd just had.Especially his father staring at me like I was his biggest problem.I dropped my phone onto the desk.A few seconds later, it buzzed again.Sti

"I don't know."I leaned back against the sofa."This feels like the kind of plan that's going to backfire spectacularly."Across from me, Genesis sat quietly.She had barely said anything since Esme started explaining her idea.I couldn't blame her.The entire evening had probably been uncomfortable enough without my father sitting across from her and staring at her like he was waiting for her to confess to a crime.Now Esme wanted to turn the whole situation into a public spectacle.My mother, who had been quiet for most of the evening, finally spoke."I also think this plan is risky."Esme turned toward her."Why?""Because it's not as simple as you think."Esme raised an eyebrow."How so?"My mother glanced at me."Unlike what you think, many people are actually angry August isn't marrying Violet but a...""His assistant.""A peak into their private lives, won't automatically change their minds."Esme nodded."And that's the exact problem we're going to use."My mother frowned.Es

Friday evening finally came.After a full day of photoshoots and fitting.I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the suite of the hotel the event was happening staring at my reflection.I was wearing a black, straight-cut midi dress neatly adorned with authentic pearls.My hair had been styled into elegant bridal buns.I could barely recognize myself.The makeup was light but beautiful.According to the stylist, it was supposed to embrace my humble background while still giving me class.I was literally walking in Cinderella's shoes.Any girl would kill to be in my position.That was until they found out everything would be over in less than two months.I remembered my conversation with Gia earlier today.Even if this wasn't going to last, I should enjoy it.Make the most of it.So when it ended, I would know I had done my best.I picked up my rhinestone-adorned clutch that matched with my custom-made shoes.Then I gave myself one last look before walking out.Esme was waiting

"Why did you let this happen?"August's face was twisted with anger.I struggled to find the words."I'm sorry.""Sorry?"I stood and walked toward him, but he immediately stepped back."August, I'm sorry. Please.""What does sorry have to do with this?"His voice was sharp."You let me lie on national television.""I didn't ask you to.""I never told you that I didn't know my father."I stared at him."Oh, so now it's my fault?""I'm not saying it's your fault.""Then what are you saying?"I wiped at my tears."You never tell me anything. What did you expect me to think? You grew up in an orphanage. That was all I knew about you."He laughed bitterly."How was I supposed to know you knew your father? Much less that he was in prison because of you?"I closed my eyes."He didn't go to prison because of me.""Okay. And I'm supposed to know that, how?""He went to prison because he's a monster."I was making things worse.I knew I should have told him the truth after the interview.But t