All Chapters of He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I sat with his question longer than felt comfortable, the candle between us burning low, and found the honest answer wasn't the one I'd expected to have ready."Part of me would," I said.Something moved across his face, quick and quiet, not triumph, nothing that looked like a man who'd gotten what he wanted. His fingers stilled against the stem of his glass."Which part?" he asked.I didn't reach for logistics. I told him what I could actually see when I let myself imagine it. Waking up somewhere unfamiliar with him. Finding some small restaurant that became ours by accident rather than reputation. Complaining about his hours the way ordinary wives complained, without either of us carrying the weight of everything that had brought us together in the first place. Watching him build something he'd chosen instead of something he'd inherited."I think I'd like knowing who we are somewhere nobody already knows who we're supposed to be," I said.He didn't say anything for a moment. I watch

Damien had started folding the Singapore document, careful along the crease, the way he folded anything he'd finished reading."Don't put it away yet," I said.He stopped. "Why?"I didn't quite know how to answer that honestly. "Because it feels like we're pretending we finished the conversation."He set it back down on the table between us.I admitted something I'd been avoiding all evening. It wasn't only Damien leaving that scared me. If I won and had to stay physically present for months, and he took Singapore, there might not be a convenient version of this where neither of us gave anything up."Then we stop looking for the version where nobody loses anything," he said.That irritated me more than it should have. "And what exactly are we supposed to lose?""Maybe convenience. Maybe time. Maybe sleep. Maybe some very expensive plane tickets."I almost laughed despite myself. Then his expression sobered."Not you," he said. "I'm not putting you in that column."We sat with the two

I came downstairs to find Damien at the kitchen table with his laptop open, his Singapore calendar already colonizing the next six months in tidy colored blocks. Meetings. Calls. Travel windows. Return flights, mapped with a precision that would have made a logistics officer weep with joy.Then I noticed a set of recurring blocks marked simply UNAVAILABLE."What are those?"He angled the laptop half a degree away from me. "Nothing.""You have six months of mysterious unavailable appointments.""They're private.""You do realize I'm your wife.""Unfortunately, you've become very nosy since the wedding."I reached across him to get a better look, and he caught me around the waist instead, pulling me onto his lap with the ease of a man who'd stopped pretending he minded the interruption. I finally spotted one of the blocks clearly. It landed during a week he'd be in Singapore and I'd be home."You've already scheduled me in," I said."I'm scheduling everyone else out."That landed warmly

I thought the celebration was finished once dinner ended, the champagne mostly gone and the dishes still sitting on the table, but Damien told me to get my coat instead. When I asked why, he said simply that we were going out, and pointed out that dinner had only been dinner, not the actual celebration. "Apparently you've been doing it incorrectly," he added, already reaching for the car keys, and I gave up arguing because I could tell he'd been planning something for longer than the evening itself had existed.When I asked when he'd arranged it, he avoided the question just enough that I understood the truth before he said it out loud. He'd planned this before he knew whether I'd won, which meant he'd prepared two versions of tonight without making a production of either one. If I'd won, this evening. If I'd lost, something quieter, food and comfort and no talking unless I wanted it. I thought of what he'd said before I left that morning, come home either way, and understood, standin

"What exactly did you change?" I asked, still lying there beside him. He listed it plainly, one weekend moved, two meeting days condensed into one, an internal review shifted a week later, nothing essential cancelled, just a version of the schedule that got him home earlier on one rotation."And you were just going to tell me when?""When it mattered.""It mattered when you changed it," I said, and he looked genuinely confused by that, propping himself up against the headboard. "Olivia, I found a way to spend more time with my wife without damaging the job. I didn't anticipate this becoming controversial.""That's not what I'm saying.""Then I'm going to need you to say what you're saying."I got out of bed because I needed to move while I found the words, and told him I didn't want Singapore to slowly become him compressing his own life around mine, taking worse flights, giving away things that mattered, and calling it fine because he loved me. I'd watched people disappear inside rel