All Chapters of Too Late Ex-Husband, I am Already Married To Your Uncle : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

11“Different bedrooms, Mrs. Carter?” I asked, my voice calm and completely unbothered. “I didn’t realize the layout of my husband’s home had become your concern. Then again, I suppose when your own family is falling apart, keeping track of mine is the only entertainment you have left.”Her face immediately darkened. “Don’t you dare speak to me like that, Junia!” she snapped. “You think wearing expensive clothes and clinging to Lucas Sinclair suddenly makes you royalty? I know exactly what you are—a manipulative little snake! You dragged my Damon through the mud, humiliated our family in front of the entire city, and for what? A fake marriage to a man who doesn’t even share a bed with you.”She stepped closer, lowering her voice. “I know everything,” she whispered with a smug smile. “I’ve been told how Lucas treats you at the office. Cold. Professional. Nothing more. You think you’ve won, but you’re nothing more than a pawn in his game. Once he’s done using you to destroy Damon, he’ll

The silence that followed the sharp crack of the slap was absolute. Mrs. Carter’s hand trembled against her swelling cheek, her mouth agape as she stared in total shock at Mrs. Sinclair. “Carol… you slapped me?” Mrs. Carter’s voice was barely a breath, choked with humiliation. “I should do far worse than slap you,” Mrs. Sinclair said, her posture rigid, her tone carrying a terrifying, frozen fury. “You locked a six-year-old child in an unlit, abandoned building in the dark. For what? To frame Junia? To feed your pathetic, bitter vendetta?” “I didn’t—the brat is lying! Junia must have told her to say that!” Mrs. Carter shrieked, backing away frantically. “Enough!” Lucas’s voice thundered through the grand hall, cutting through her frantic excuses like a gavel striking stone. He didn’t raise his hands, but his presence alone forced everyone in the room to take a step back. Standing right beside him, I could feel the intense heat radiating from his chest, his jaw set in a line o

15“Lucas…”I looked at him as he gently pressed a warm towel against my forehead.“Hm?” he responded without looking up, his attention fixed on me.“I’m not feeling that bad,” I said softly. “Please, this really isn’t—”“Hey, Junia,” he interrupted politely. He finally looked at me, his expression calm but firm. “How am I supposed to explain to Mr. and Mrs. Larson that their daughter developed a high fever under my watch?” He paused before adding, “Besides, your hair is still cold and damp. Junia… please, let me bring your fever down.”I sighed, a small smile tugging at my lips. Apart from my parents, no one had ever taken care of me like this. No one. I had always been the one taking care of everyone else.Then my smile slowly faded as Maya crossed my mind. She had left the house because of me. She probably thought I didn’t care about her anymore.As though he had read my thoughts, Lucas spoke quietly. “Junia.”I looked up.“Maya will come around.” His voice remained steady. “You we

By the time I returned to my office, I was both relieved and shocked. Why had Maya let it go so easily? She wasn’t the type to back down without a fight. The way she had spoken to me… it was as if she had become a completely different person. She had even asked if I had seen my husband.My husband. I smiled to myself. The Maya I knew had never been able to say that word so casually. Had she finally accepted everything? Maybe she really had changed. Either way, I was glad we were talking again like sisters.Suddenly, there was a knock on my office door. “Ma’am,” one of the employees said respectfully, “there are several people waiting to meet with you.”“Alright. Give me their details.”I glanced through the list. My eyes stopped on one name. Damon Carter. I scoffed. So he had finally received my email. “I’m sure he thinks his friend is still in charge,” I muttered. “Put Mr. Carter last.”The employee hesitated. “But, ma’am… he was the first to arrive.”I slowly lifted my head. “I said

"Covering for him?" I repeated, my voice dropping into a dangerously quiet register that mirrored his own. "Are you seriously asking me that right now?"Lucas didn't flinch. He stood at the base of the stairs, broad-shouldered and imposing, his dark eyes searching my face with a cold, analytical intensity that felt like a slap."It's a straightforward question, Junia," Lucas said softly, though the edge in his baritone remained razor-sharp. "You built Carter Group from the ground up. You knew every ledger, every invoice, and every secret account Damon held. Yet when we drafted our contract to strip his assets, you conveniently omitted the offshore accounts in the Cayman holdings. Accounts that are currently being used to keep his firm afloat."A sharp, humorless laugh escaped my lips. I took a slow step down the stairs, closing the distance between us until I was looking him directly in the eye."I omitted them," I said, my chest heaving with suppressed fury, "because I didn't know ab