All Chapters of My Nemesis Became My Husband : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SEBASTIANNearly two months after our wedding, I had become dangerously accustomed to having Neveah around.I noticed it on a Thursday morning when I reached the kitchen before her and found myself making two coffees automatically. Hers was slightly weaker, no sugar. I used to find her complaints irritating. Now I made it before she came downstairs, measuring the coffee with the same care I would have denied giving it.That was the sort of thing I didn't like thinking about too closely.There were other changes too. I knew which cupboard she reached for first, that she hated cold leftovers, preferred the sitting room curtains open during the day, and left her phone face down when she wanted to concentrate.None of it seemed important.Until that morning.She appeared in the kitchen, adjusting an earring while holding her phone between her shoulder and cheek."No, Olivia, I'm not changing the presentation again. I approved it yesterday."She pointed at the coffee. I pushed her cup acro

NEVEAHI did not realise how much my routine had changed until one Monday morning when Sebastian wasn't downstairs.It was such a small thing that I almost ignored it. I walked into the kitchen expecting to find him there, probably reading something on his tablet while drinking coffee, and when I didn't see him, I stopped.The kitchen was too quiet.I frowned at myself for noticing. He had probably gone to the office early. We both had separate schedules, separate offices, separate lives. That had been the point of our arrangement.Then I noticed a mug on the counter. My mug. Beside it was a note.You're out of coffee.I opened the cupboard. He was right.I was reaching for my phone to ask where he had gone when I stopped.Why was I about to ask?"This is ridiculous," I muttered.I made tea instead.It was terrible.By the time I reached the dining room, my phone buzzed.Sebastian: Don't drink the tea.Then:Sebastian: I made the mistake of trying it before I left.A laugh escaped me.

NEVEAHMy mother's birthday dinner was supposed to be simple.At least, that was what she told me."You don't need to make a fuss," she had said three days earlier when I called to ask what she wanted. "Just come looking presentable. We'll have dinner with family and a few friends."I should have known better.My mother did not know the meaning of the word few.By the time Sebastian and I arrived at the hotel, I understood exactly how badly I had underestimated the evening.The entire entrance had been transformed. There were flowers lining the walkway, warm lights hanging above the outdoor reception area and enough cars parked outside to suggest that someone important was either getting married or receiving an award.I stared through the windscreen."She said dinner."Sebastian looked out of his window."This is dinner.""No. This is an event."He glanced at me."Your mother did say she wanted something small.""Exactly."He looked at the entrance again."I'd hate to see what she con

NEVEAHBy six thirty that evening, I was standing in front of my wardrobe wondering why my mother had ever told me not to wear anything too extravagant when she was the one who had raised me to understand that showing up properly was half the battle.I had spent nearly twenty minutes going through clothes before settling on a dark green dress that was simple enough for a committee dinner but elegant enough that my mother wouldn't look at me as though I had deliberately embarrassed her. It fell just below my knees, had long sleeves and a modest neckline, and required very little effort beyond a pair of heels and small earrings. I pulled my hair back loosely, checked my reflection once, then reached for my handbag.My phone buzzed on the dressing table.I picked it up.Mum: Leaving at seven. Don't make me call again.I stared at the message.It was 6:37.I typed, I'm ready.Three dots appeared almost immediately.Mum: Good.That was all.I shook my head and slipped the phone into my bag

NEVEAHThe problem with working from home was that people assumed you were available simply because you were physically present.By ten in the morning, I had answered twenty-three emails, taken four calls, rejected one proposal, approved another and spent nearly forty minutes untangling a document someone had somehow made complicated for no reason.I was beginning to regret every decision that had led me to open my laptop that morning.I sat at the dining table with my hair tied up messily, one hand pressed to my forehead as I stared at the same paragraph for the third time.It still made no sense.I read it again.Nothing.I closed my eyes."Who writes like this?"From somewhere behind me, Sebastian answered without looking up from his own laptop."People who don't know how to say what they mean."I turned around.He was sitting at the other end of the table, dressed casually in a dark T-shirt and trousers, his sleeves pushed up as he worked. I hadn't realised he'd been there for alm