All Chapters of Obsessing Over My Ex-Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Brian's POVEmma came into my office at eight with her tablet and my coffee, the way she always did. She waited until the door was shut before she sat down."Before you tell me anything else," I said, "my mother's accounts. Where are we?""Still looking, sir." She pulled up a page. "Her spending looks normal. Club fees, the garden committee, her usual shopping. There are two transfers to Miss Bennett's account last month, a few thousand each. Nothing goes to a stranger, and nothing looks like payment for something.""So nothing.""Nothing odd so far. One account goes through a private banker, and I can't see inside it without a reason. I haven't given up.""Good. Keep going." I took the coffee. "Now the other thing.""Yes." Her voice dropped, even though we were alone. "I called the parking structure at Beaumont Group yesterday, like you asked. I said I was calling for our operations office and wanted a list of vehicles that used the side exit. The guard refused. She said it needed a

Jolene’s POVLily came into my office at ten with a face I couldn’t read.“Margaret Whitmore is in the lobby. No appointment. She says she’ll wait.”“She called the front desk two weeks ago. I never answered.”“I remember.” Lily shifted her weight. “Should I send her away?”I thought about it. Ernest was still working on the bribery call from the Whitmore Hotel line. If Margaret wanted to come to me, I wanted to see her face when she did.“Bring her up. Give us fifteen minutes, then knock and tell me I have a call.”Margaret walked in wearing a cream suit and a small smile, a leather folder held against her chest. She didn’t offer to shake my hand. The old Margaret would have made me stand to greet her.“Jolene. Thank you for seeing me.”“I didn’t have much choice. You were going to sit in my lobby all day.”“I would have.” She sat without being asked. “I’ll be brief, because I know your time is expensive.”“Please.”“I think you and I have been on the wrong side of each other for a l

Brian's POV"You went to her," Sophia said again, quieter this time."I sat outside her building. I spoke to her for five minutes.""About what?""About me. Not you.""That's supposed to make it better?" Her voice cracked. "You've been questioning me for days, and you spent your night with her.""I didn't spend my night with anyone. I'm going to bed.""Brian.""I'm tired, Sophia. And I'm not going to fight about this."She stood there in the lamplight with her phone gripped in both hands. I walked past her and up the stairs. I could feel her eyes on my back the whole way.I didn't sleep. I couldn’t. At 5:30am I gave up, took my keys, and left before anyone could wake up.Jimmy lived across town in a building with a doorman who knew me. The doorman looked at the time, looked at my face, and let me up without calling ahead.Jimmy opened the door in a T-shirt and sleep shorts, one eye still half shut."It's not even six.""I know.""Is someone dead?""No." I stepped past him. "Not yet."

Jolene's POVLily was waiting outside my office before I had taken off my coat."Can I talk to you? Before anyone else comes in.""Of course."She closed the door and stood in front of my desk with her hands clasped. She looked like she hadn't slept."A few days ago, I got a message from Emma. Mr. Whitmore's assistant. She asked to meet me, alone, to talk about your family.""I know she has been asking questions. Ernest found her calls to the parking structure security""Vincent knew about her message. I asked him to wait before telling you, because I wanted to hear her out first." Lily swallowed. "I met her yesterday at lunch. I should have come straight to you. I'm sorry.""What did she say?""She was polite. She said she admired how you handled the rumor. Then she asked, very gently, whether you had any children."I kept my face still. "What did you tell her?""That I only manage your schedule and can't talk about your personal life. She nodded and said she understood. She didn't p

Jolene's POVI picked up line one before I could talk myself out of it."Brian.""Jolene. I'm sorry to call in the middle of the day." His voice was low and careful. "It isn't about work.""Then what is it about?"He took a moment. "Last night. I couldn't stop thinking about it. You started to say something, and then you didn't."My hand tightened on the phone. Emma had sat across from Lily at lunch yesterday and asked whether I had a child. Now Brian was calling, gently, to ask what I was hiding."It was nothing," I said."I don't think that's true.""Is there something you want to ask me, Brian?"I waited. I wanted to see if he would say it himself, if he would mention Emma or Lily or a baby. But he didn't."No," he said. "I only wanted you to know that if there's something you wanted to say to me but can't say it, I won't make you. And if you ever do say it, I won't get angry."It sounded kind. It also sounded exactly like what a careful man would say to get a woman talking."That