A Little Stepmother in Trouble のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

If Diana had thought things between her and Alexander couldn't get any worse, she'd been wrong.The wedding day arrived, and just like he'd told her, it wasn't going to be some big celebration—just a small gathering, and he was only doing it for the kids. When Alexander asked if there was anyone from her family she wanted to invite, she simply said no. Her father and mother were both very much alive, but they hadn't wanted anything to do with her or their granddaughter since her divorce. They knew she existed. They just didn't care. As far as she was concerned, she was an orphan.The kids had dressed up for the occasion. Nathan and Gabriel looked adorable in matching outfits with their father, and her daughter looked like a little princess. There was no music for the bride's entrance, no white dress like last time she'd gotten married, and no Alexander waiting for her at any altar. They walked into a courthouse office together, where a judge was waiting, accompanied by the kids and Al

Morning came, and Alexander's head was killing him.He'd dreamed about that witch again, and not even in his dreams had he managed to shake this thing he had for her. The pillow was so comfortable — soft, plush, warm. It smelled amazing, and he pressed in closer to the pillow, sliding his hand over it and finding himself giving it a slow squeeze."Feels like a breast," he mumbled, still half asleep."It is a breast. It doesn't just feel like one. And it's my breast you're groping."Alexander's eyes snapped open, and there was Diana, right next to him.He had to be dreaming. There was no way he was sharing a bed with his wife. He reached for the dream-breast again and gave it another gentle squeeze."Now that's a good dream," he slurred — and then he felt movement beside him and blinked, hard, several times.A woman's body. Right there. Naked.She was glaring at him, all accusation. Not even in his dreams did this woman let him be happy. Always that behave yourself, Alexander look."If

Diana headed for the kitchen, caught between the headache from crying and the hunger from missing dinner, and with every step her mood got worse.Though her bad mood had a first and last name: Alexander Turner, her husband and the most insufferable man she'd ever met.Even her ex-husband didn't reach that level—at least Izan had bothered to pretend he liked her for a whole year. Then he'd shown just how despicable he really was, but Alexander had been like that from day one. Well, at least that way she knew exactly what she was dealing with and could stop kidding herself.Diana took her pill and started digging through the fridge for something to eat. That's how Alexander found her, trying to grab a liter of yogurt off the top shelf. The object of her desire was pushed too far back, and she was struggling to reach it. On her tiptoes, stretching as far as she could, she finally managed to snag it with her fingertips.Right when she had it and was about to pull it down, her husband deci

When morning came and the alarm went off, signaling the start of the day, Diana didn't want to move, because Alexander was lying right there beside her. He still had his arms around her, and he looked relaxed. If he wakes up and realizes he fell asleep next to me, he might start yelling like he did the other day, she thought. So she tried to slip out of bed before he opened his eyes, but there was no getting away."I've been awake for a while," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep, and pulled her tighter against him. "I didn't want to move and wake you up."The day before, crying, Diana had come to a decision: she wasn't going to fight for her marriage anymore. She'd also told herself she wasn't going to let him keep hurting her with that push-and-pull he kept putting her through. She was tired of getting her hopes crushed. It would be so much easier if he'd just stay cold, so her heart could finally get the message — but the second her husband wrapped his arms around her, her body

Alexander watched Diana storm off, furious.He tried to peel Tiffany off him without making a scene and offered her a dinner invitation at his house instead. He and that woman had had a brief fling once. He'd thought he could marry her, give his kids the mother they kept begging for, but it hadn't worked out. Neither Nathan nor Gabriel had liked her, and they'd done everything in their power to scare her off—something he was grateful for now, since they'd saved him from making a terrible mistake.The moment he managed to shake off Tiffany and the headmistress, he rushed outside, but he only caught a glimpse of his wife climbing into the car and driving away."Looks like nothing too bad happened, after all," Roger said, falling into step beside him.Alexander smiled, still watching the car carry Diana down the road."She was jealous," he murmured, a goofy grin sneaking onto his face."The headmistress?""No, idiot. My wife."Diana. Jealous. Who would've thought.***The day wore on, an