Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Husband Wants An Open Marriage, Now I'm Dating His Boss: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Harvey's Pov "If I hadn't come, how long was this going to keep going on?!" Tessa snapped back, stepping closer, her body trembling with anger. "You disappear for a whole night, leave your husband at home, and come back looking like a wreck! Is this how we raised you?!" "What are you even talking about?" I asked, my voice cold as I squeezed my hand over my burning cheek. My jaw throbbed where her palm had landed. "You don't understand anything that's going on." Before my mother could scream at me again, another voice cut through the air, heavy with disappointment. "We were called last night, Harvey," the voice said from the living room. "Your husband told us you left the house yesterday evening and didn't come back. You're only walking through the door now. Where have you been?" My blood ran cold. I pushed past my mother into the living room, and my breath hitched in my throat. Sitting on the beige couch in front of me was my father, his dark eyes glaring at me like I was a stra

Harvey's Pov My father stepped forward, his eyes burning with anger. "Harvey! Watch your tongue when you speak to your mother! You will show respect in this house!" "Respect?" I laughed, turning my head to face my father. "Respect for what, Dad? For the way you treated me like trash because Derek chose me over Jessica? For the way you turned a blind eye every single time Derek mistreated me? You don't care about my marriage. None of you do! The only reason you came running here today is because you were afraid Derek's family would stop giving you money if we divorced!" At my words, everyone froze. The silence returned to the living room, but this time, nobody moved. I kept my eyes fixed on my mother’s face. For a brief second, the anger on her features faltered, replaced by a flash of panic and shock that she tried to mask. I saw the way her lips twitched and her eyes darted to my father. A cold laugh burst from my chest. To be honest, I had only said it out of pure anger, t

Harvey's Pov "Not anymore," I whispered to myself. My hands flew across the keyboard. I opened the email draft, attached the portfolio I had worked on, typed out a clean, professional acceptance letter, and hit send before I could second-guess myself. The moment the email was sent, I closed my laptop and sighed, leaning back in my chair. I closed my eyes, letting the quietness of the room wash over me after everything that had just happened downstairs. Suddenly, my mind drifted back to the man I slept with at the hotel. I wondered if he had seen the money I left on the table, or if he had already taken it and left. But I shook my head quickly, forcing the thought out of my mind. It was none of my business anyway. The man was just an escort. A handsome one, sure, but an escort nonetheless. He probably had other customers to deal with, so there was no reason for me to sit here wasting my time thinking about him. I had far more important things to worry about right now. I knew what

Harvey Pov My heart stopped for a second. Before I could even process what I was seeing, Derek’s eyes caught the sudden bright light on the table. He darted his gaze downward, reading the bold name on the screen in an instant. His reaction was immediate, his hand shot out across the table, trying to snatch the phone. Reflexes I didn't even know I possessed kicked in. Instinctively, I slammed my forearm forward, hard, shoving his arm away with enough force to make him stumble back. Then my fingers wrapped tightly around my phone, snatching it off the table and pulling it close to my chest.Derek gasped from the sharp push, holding his arm with his other hand, but his face quickly contorted into suspicion. "What was that?!" Derek demanded, pointing a finger at me, his eyes wide. "Why is Atelier Haus sending you a message?! Didn't I tell you to delete their email days ago?!"Luckily, he had only seen the name of the sender at the top. He hadn't seen the actual content of the message.

Harvey's Pov "That's not true, baby," Derek coaxed softly, pressing himself closer to the door. "If you go out there today, if you go to that company, you're going to ruin everything we've built. You'll eventually regret it, Harvey. I promise you, you will. I am the man of this house. It's my job to take care of you. Whatever you want, dresses, shoes, money, jewelry, just tell me! I will give you anything you want! You don't need to go out there and slave away for strangers when you have a husband who provides everything for you." It was classic Derek. The textbook manipulation that had kept me trapped for three whole years. He would emotionally abuse me, push me into a corner, and then turn around and act like he was doing it all out of sweet, protective love. He wanted me to feel guilty. He wanted me to think I was the one breaking our life apart. But I wasn't going to listen to his bullshit. I spun around in a panic, my eyes scanning the bedroom wildly. The spare key! There was