Todos los capítulos de My best friend's billionaire husband: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Sebastian's POVThe pictures were still there, sitting on the glowing screen of my laptop as if they had been waiting patiently for me to finally understand that whatever I had been trying to ignore was no longer something I could push aside.I had stared at them for so long that my eyes had started to hurt, yet every time I looked away, I found myself looking back almost immediately.Lydia.Me.Backstage.The email remained open in the middle of the screen, its words looking almost harmless when compared to the photographs attached beneath them.You think we wouldn't find out?I read the message again before my eyes drifted back to the pictures, where Lydia and I were caught in positions that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.My fingers tightened around the edge of the desk.Whoever had sent them knew.They knew everything.The way Lydia and I had been pressed against each other, the way my hands had been on her body, the way she had looked at me, and the way I had looked at

Lydia's POVSebastian left me at the bar with more questions than answers.I sat there for a while after he walked out, staring at the empty seat he had occupied like somehow looking at it long enough would make everything he said less disturbing.It didn't.The bartender had already returned to his usual routine. Glasses clinked. A couple at the far end of the room laughed over something I couldn't hear. Music played quietly through the speakers.Everything around me had gone back to normal.I hadn't.The strange symbol kept finding its way back into my mind.The card Sebastian had found.The message Isabelle had received.The way Sebastian had looked at me when I brought it up.That wasn't the face of a man who didn't know anything.He knew.He knew exactly what that symbol meant.I wrapped both hands around my glass, my fingers growing cold against it.What bothered me the most was not even that he had lied.It was how easily he had dismissed me."It's not important."His words kep

Lydia's POVThere were certain things you never expected to walk into after a long day, and finding your roommate making out with a stranger was definitely one of them, but finding your roommate making out with your best friend's husband's older brother was something my brain simply wasn't prepared to process.But Vincent and Josh?I stood at the doorway of my apartment with my keys still in my hand, staring at the two of them like my brain had completely stopped working.Josh was sitting on the couch while Vincent leaned over him, their mouths pressed together in a kiss that had clearly been going on long enough for neither of them to notice the front door opening.For a few seconds, nobody moved.Then Josh slowly pulled away.Vincent did the same.Neither of them looked particularly ashamed, and somehow, that made the entire situation even worse.“What the fuck?” I finally asked.Josh looked at me, then at Vincent, before his gaze slowly returned to me as if he was trying to figure

Sebastian's POVIt's been three days since the pictures were sent to me.Three days of nerve wracking silence. Three days of constant dread.Isabelle was at her parents' house. Jayden was back in school after being waved free by Dr Raheem, and for the first time since his disappearance, life was beginning to return to something close to normal.For everyone except me.I had been working from home during this time, unable to find comfort even in the walls of my own company. I had always thought my office was one of the safest places I could be. It was large, guarded, sealed away from the noise of the world.Now I couldn't feel comfortable even there.The thick walls of my study didn't seem so thick anymore after something rattled you to your foundation.I lay back in the chair behind my desk, my eyes fixed on the laptop in front of me.The email was still open.Still there.Ever present.The photographs attached to it sat behind another window. I didn't need to open them again to remem

Vincent was by my side inside the armored boulevard when a beep came through his radio.He lifted his hand to his ear."My men are in position," he said.I glanced at him.It was his final measure in case the blackmail didn't work.Vincent had people scattered around the park.Watching.Waiting.Prepared for whatever happened next.I had told him I didn't want anyone dead.That didn't mean I trusted Eobard enough to believe he would come alone.The boulevard rolled to a stop near a cotton candy machine.I stepped out first.Vincent followed.The afternoon air was warm, carrying the sweet smell of sugar from the machine beside us. My eyes immediately moved across the park.Vincent's did the same.Nothing.Nothing out of the ordinary.Children were running across the grass, their parents watching from benches with tired smiles. A little girl held a balloon nearly as big as her head while her mother chased after her. Two elderly men sat near a chess table, arguing about a move neither se