บททั้งหมดของ Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband!: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Lily's POV.The guest list for the dinner had taken three revisions and a minor disagreement about a couple before we'd agreed on a final count. As promised, Diego let me choose the guests, and it helped ease the tension between us the past few days.Thirty had been invited.Eight had declined, and their declines , although polite, still meant they’d chosen a side — Richard’s — and for no reason would they take ours. We'd anticipated this. It didn't make it less useful as information.Richard's influence was admittedly stronger than we thought. That was the takeaway. We couldn't attack him yet — not directly, not without something stronger in our hands than an audit result and a couple of good interviews, and not without knowing the true length of his capabilities. What we could do was stand in a room with his people and be exactly who we needed them to believe we were. Which was why I put in efforts and chose the most influential people in the city to know which exactly was in Rich

Diego's POV.I was awake before six.The photograph had four hundred reposts by the time I checked my phone, which I did before getting out of bed, which told me exactly how badly I'd slept. I lay there for another minute looking at the ceiling, then got up.Lily's door was closed. I stood outside it for a moment, contemplating whether I should knock, ask if she’d seen the image as well, then explain to her that it wasn’t what she thought. As if the ruckus she’d stirred up wasn’t enough. Fucking Brittany!I did none of that. Instead, I went to the kitchen.Making her coffee before she woke up had become a habit somewhere in the last few weeks. Oat milk, no sugar. I made mine after, almost as an afterthought.Once it was seven, I picked my phone to call Celia.."I've seen it," she said, before I could finish my sentence."Fix it." "Already working on it. I have someone at Metro Social who owes me. We push a counter piece by noon — not a denial, just a reframe. Make the photograph

Diego's POV.Arnold had suggested the bar, which in hindsight I should have taken as a warning. Arnold's “suggestions” tended toward the kind of places that looked understated from the outside and weren't.It was a Wednesday, which should have meant quiet. It didn't. The bar was bustling with people and music and so many chatters.I found a seat at the far end of the counter, away from the crowd thickening near the entrance, and ordered something and sat with it. Arnold had gone to find someone he knew near the back — I'd told him to go, I didn't need supervising — and the noise of the room slowly settled around me into something almost tolerable.I'd needed to be somewhere that wasn't the penthouse.That was the honest reason I’d come outside tonight. The penthouse has had a different kind of silence lately that was louder than most rooms I'd been in, and certainly most uncomfortable, considering how the past few weeks have been for us: Richard’s audit, the resort—Gods…the resort.

Lily's POV.Diego dropped me off at the building with three words and a look that said the rest."I'll be late."I didn't ask where he was going. The lunch had left both of us carrying things we hadn't put down yet, and the car ride home had been so silent and uncomfortable.The driver pulled away and I stood outside the building for a moment, letting the afternoon air do what it could to ease the tension in my shoulders, which wasn't much.The lobby was quiet when I walked in. The elevator took its time. I stood in it looking at my own reflection in the mirrored doors and tried to decide what I actually felt, which turned out to be several things at once — satisfaction from the lunch, irritation from Diego's cold exit after the Frank exchange, and something I couldn’t name sitting underneath both of those.Nate’s words from the studio resounded in my mind again. The doors opened on our floor and I stepped out.Brittany was at the penthouse door.She was dressed simply, one hand rais

Diego's POVMy body made the decision before my mind finished the thought. I was already moving when she stepped off the curb.A car came from the left, driving fast — too fast and coming from a wrong angle in the way that meant it had been aimed rather than driven. My body bucked as I raced against time and a car’s speed. My eyes were on Lily who was already rooted to the spot with fear.I covered the distance in an instant, and my arm gripped her firmly as I swept her off the spot.The impact of pulling her clear sent us both side