Todos los capítulos de The Wife He Loves to Hate: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

When we finally pulled apart, I smiled against his lips. “Promise me something.” “What?” “Don’t let anyone turn this vacation into another war.” He chuckled softly, kissing my nose. “I promise.” Neither of us knew how quickly that promise was going to be tested.*** The following morning, I stepped onto our private wooden terrace holding a mug of fresh black coffee. Charlotte was still fast asleep in her room, and Liam was inside getting dressed. I took a slow sip of coffee, taking in the peace. Then I noticed unusual movement near the resort dock. A convoy of luxury dark speedboats had arrived, and several resort employees were gathering near the water walkway. My stomach tightened. That level of fanfare was rare for a private island. A familiar figure stepped out of the first boat. She wore an immaculate cream linen suit over a silk blouse, dark designer sunglasses shielding her eyes from the morning sun. She looked completely at ease, as though she owned the island. Felic

After breakfast, Charlotte called out from the pool. "Daddy! Come swim with me!" Liam immediately stood up, kicking off his leather sandals and rolling his linen trousers up above his ankles. He stepped into the shallow end, splashing Charlotte gently. "Whoa!" Charlotte squealed. "Daddy!" "You started it, Princess." "I did not!" "You absolutely did." She giggled loudly, splashing him back with both hands. Liam laughed out loud—a rich, warm sound that filled the morning air. I sat near the lounge chair, watching them with a soft smile. That was my husband. Not the ruthless corporate raider. Not the intimidating billionaire who silenced boardrooms with a glare. Just Liam. Charlotte’s father. My best friend. My home. Felicia stood several feet away near the edge of the deck, watching the scene. Her expression was completely unreadable. I stood up and walked over to stand beside her. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She turned her head to look at me. "What?" I gestured toward Liam and Ch

My breath caught in my throat. Louisa’s composed mask finally cracked, her expression hardening with pure shock. "You would choose her over your family?" Liam’s eyes remained steady. "She is my family." A heavy silence settled over the room. Then Louisa stood up slowly from the velvet sofa. "If you continue down this path, you will lose your position." Liam didn’t flinch. "Then so be it." "You don’t understand what you’re saying!" "I understand perfectly." Louisa turned, walking toward the grand floor-to-ceiling windows. "When Felicia came to me, she showed me a structural path that could strengthen Montgomery International." I felt my stomach twist into a cold knot. "There it is." Louisa turned around sharply. "What?" "Felicia," I stepped forward beside Liam. "She wants access to Liam’s company." Louisa’s expression hardened. "She wants to protect the Montgomery legacy." "By convincing you that I’m the problem?" "By reminding me that the company cannot survive another pu

He pressed a warm kiss to my temple. "There was never another choice, Abby." I turned slightly in his arms to look up at his sharp profile. "You know what’s strange?" "What?" "For ten missing years, I thought wealth and power meant having everything." A faint smile touched his lips. "And now?" I placed my hand flat over his chest, feeling the steady, heavy thud beneath his shirt. "Now I know I was wrong." He pulled me closer, his arms tightening around me. "What do you have now?" I smiled softly up at him. "You." His dark eyes held mine with intense, unyielding devotion. "And you have me." I closed my eyes and rested against his warmth. For once, I didn’t think about the ten missing years. I didn’t think about Edward Fox, Felicia Brooke, or Louisa Montgomery. I simply listened to Liam’s heartbeat—steady, warm, and real. The next morning, while Liam was occupied in his private study on an urgent call with his legal counsel, I sat at the marble kitchen island with my coffee a

“Even if those specific projections are technically accurate,” Felicia argued smoothly, “you are still overlooking one major operational issue.” She turned her attention toward Liam. “Montgomery International is already carrying significant international exposure. Expanding further right now could dilute the firm's core focus.” Liam finally spoke, his deep voice slicing through the air: “My wife isn’t proposing expansion without safeguards, Felicia.” His voice was calm—almost too calm, carrying an underlying edge of pure steel. Felicia met his gaze, her tone dropping into calculated provocation. “I am merely questioning whether emotional considerations are influencing executive governance here.” The atmosphere in the room turned sub-zero. I knew exactly what she was doing. She was no longer challenging the financial data; she was challenging my right to sit at this table. I closed my laptop terminal with a quiet, decisive snap. “Then let’s make something abundantly clear, M