Todos los capítulos de The Wife He Loves to Hate: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The tension from the gala carried all the way back to the quiet sanctuary of our estate. The moment the heavy grand doors shut behind us, dropping us into the soft, dim ambient lighting of the foyer, the air turned thick and charged. I slipped my high heels off, my feet sighing in relief against the cool marble, but before I could take a single step toward the stairs, Liam’s hand wrapped gently around my wrist. With one fluid motion, he pulled me back against his broad chest. "Liam..." I gasped softly, my hands instinctively resting against his crisp white dress shirt. He didn't say a word. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss that took my breath away. It was laced with the lingering heat of his jealousy from earlier, mixed with a raw, desperate tenderness that sent electricity coursing through my veins. My arms slid up around his neck, my fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck as I leaned completely into his touch, kissing him back with

The glass skyscraper of Montgomery International towered into the grey London sky like a fortress of steel and ambition. I smoothed down the skirt of my tailored cream trousers, took a deep, steadying breath, and pushed through the revolving glass doors. After the chilling phone call from Edward, my mind had crystallized with a dangerous, unwavering resolve. I was done cowering in guest rooms and defending myself against Liam’s lingering paranoia. If Edward Fox thought I was the weak link in Liam's armor—if he thought he could recruit me to tear my husband down—I was going to step directly onto the battlefield. I took the private executive elevator straight to the penthouse floor. When the doors chimed open, Josh was standing at his desk, holding a stack of financial briefs. He looked up, his eyes widening in pure shock as he took in my professional attire and sharp posture. "Mrs. Montgomery?" Josh stammered, quickly straightening his tie. "I... I wasn't informed you were coming t

The next morning, I sat at my desk directly across from Liam. I had never been so grateful for a wide monitor screen. It gave me something to hide behind, a fragile glass barrier separating me from his suffocating presence. I wore a fitted black blazer over a cream silk blouse, my hair pulled into a neat, high bun. Elegant. Professional. Untouchable. At least, that was the image I desperately wanted to project. Inside, my nerves were frayed to a thread. I could feel Liam’s dark gaze burning into the side of my face. I refused to look up, keeping my posture straight as I continued typing. "Good morning," I said flatly, keeping my eyes on my monitor. "Good morning." His deep voice was equally controlled, smooth, and infuriatingly calm. I glanced at my screen, then back to my notes. "Do you need something?" "No." "Then stop staring." "I wasn't staring." "You’ve been looking at me for the past five minutes, Liam." "I was thinking." "Try doing it with your eyes closed." I alm

I lasted exactly twenty-three minutes. Twenty-three minutes of pretending I didn’t care. Twenty-three minutes of staring at the same unread financial spreadsheet on my screen until the numbers blurred together. Twenty-three minutes of vividly imagining Liam sitting across from Felicia, listening to her purr while she smiled at him with those perfectly polished, porcelain teeth. Enough. I snatched a thick leather folder from my desk. "Important documents," I muttered to the empty room. That was technically true. They were documents. Whether they were urgent or even relevant to his afternoon was another matter entirely. I told myself I was going because Liam might need them. Not because Felicia was having a private lunch with my husband. Definitely not because I was green with jealousy. I arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes later. It was the kind of high-end Mayfair establishment where the waiters looked more expensive than my entire wardrobe and the ambient lighting seemed

The next morning, I behaved as if nothing had happened. That was my first mistake. Or perhaps my best one. I walked into the penthouse kitchen at seven in the morning, greeted Liam politely, poured myself a cup of fresh coffee, and sat across from him. "Good morning." Liam paused, his coffee cup halfway to his lips, staring at me with intense scrutiny. "Good morning." I took a slow sip, looking perfectly relaxed. "Did you sleep well?" His dark eyebrows rose. "Did you?" "Very well." It was a blatant lie. I had barely slept, my mind racing all night over Edward’s photograph, Felicia, the rogue director at Hart Enterprise, and the impending charity gala. But I wasn’t going to give Liam the satisfaction of knowing he had kept me awake. Liam studied me, his analytical gaze reading every line of my face. "You’re not angry?" "Should I be?" "About last night." "Oh," I nodded casually, taking another sip. "That." His dark eyes narrowed. "Yes. That." I picked up my phone, scrolli