Todos los capítulos de A Frisky Text to My Husband: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

"Mr. Reed sure is a busy man. That's his third business trip this month alone."I selected the photo I had just taken, held my breath, and hit send.The angle was clever, styled to look like a sneaky shot. The bottom right corner of the frame strategically captured a sliver of a man's pajamas.The message went through with a chime. I tossed my phone across the room as if it were a live grenade."Look at you. You have zero spine, yet you're trying to play these games with Liam," Mia said, her face a portrait of sheer disappointment."Anyone would be nervous acting as their fictional lover," I buried my face into a throw pillow and groaned, my anxiety spiking. "Do you think he'll realize I set this whole thing up?""Stop stressing. If he figures it out, just call it a prank.""I don't think he and I are on casual pranking terms." I wanted to cry, instantly regretting my impulsiveness."You two have been married for three years. You live together under the same roof, and yet you'r

"Don't be nervous. Just think of it as working from home. The people in the executive assistant office are easy to get along with."The phrase working from home gave me another quiet wave of satisfaction. That lasted right until a three hundred page document hit my inbox.I wanted to cry. All around me, my new coworkers were frantically tapping away at their keyboards. My desk was separated from Liam's office by at least five people.Forget cultivating the sparks of love. There are no sparks to be found.I gritted my teeth. Time to embrace the grind. I resolutely threw myself into the life of a corporate slave.By lunch, I was already walking arm in arm to the cafeteria with my new work friends. A gay bestie on my left, a sophisticated corporate sister on my right. The executive assistants had great looks.Catching Liam's unreadable gaze through the blinds, I excitedly blinked at him to signal I was adapting perfectly to my new environment.Maybe it was just the glare on the gla

"No wonder you haven't brought her to see me after being married for so long. She's much easier on the eyes than the previous ones."Seeing that no one was going to back him up, Brandon's anger instantly flared."Benefit the Reeds? You're just a wench from God knows where. You think you're actually part of this family?""Shut up! Now that he's back, let's just eat. What are you picking a fight for?"Liam grabbed my wrist and led me briskly toward the dining room. Behind us, Harold grumbled in deep disappointment."Utterly useless! Such an embarrassment to the family."Brandon slammed the door on his way out, causing the chandelier to shake. I stared down at my plate, my fork and knife trembling slightly between my fingers."Why aren't you eating?" Liam suddenly placed a piece of foie gras with cherry sauce onto my plate. His tone was so natural it felt as if the tense confrontation from a moment ago had never happened. "It's your favorite."How did he know my taste?"The house

"Nina has been busy handling the eastern district project lately, she can't step away," Liam said, his face completely expressionless."Is the project more important, or is your own wedding more important?" Brandon suddenly lunged forward, shoving his phone screen practically against my nose. "Or maybe... you two simply don't dare to throw one?"The trending page suddenly refreshed, and a brand new headline shot straight to the top: [Proof of Mrs. Reed's Infidelity Revealed]"You even went out of your way to buy out the original sources, Brandon," Liam said, letting out a soft chuckle. "Why don't you just come out and say you want the minimum bid for the eastern district project?"Harold slammed his cane heavily against the floor. "Brandon, that's enough.""He's the one who needs to stop!" Brandon suddenly flipped the coffee table, sending porcelain shards flying everywhere. "A bastard trying to steal the family fortune and a nobody pretending to be a high-society princess. Th

"I suggest you sell off whatever you can as fast as possible. Otherwise, by the time bankruptcy liquidation hits, you won't even have enough left for retirement."The door shut with a heavy slam, cutting off Harold's remaining shouts of ungrateful brat and monster.A brief silence fell over the room. I had heard rumors before about Liam's mother. They said she had contracted some mysterious illness, eventually wasting away until she was nothing but skin and bones when she passed.Brandon had probably used the exact same methods on Harold.Just like the illness Liam's mother suffered from that could never be cured or diagnosed, Brandon's mother had tampered with the hospital medical reports back then alongside Harold to completely clear away the obstacle.It wasn't that Harold didn't know. He simply turned a blind eye to it because of the leverage Brandon's mother brought to the table.Decades later, the exact same tactic played out on Harold."Shall we visit Brandon in the hospi