บททั้งหมดของ The CEO’s Wife Was Never Ordinary: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Christy remembered that time too, smiling.Joy's gaze drifted, distant, as if she'd stepped back into that sweltering afternoon.Back then, Claire Bennett had been the talk of the whole school.Not just for grades for her face, striking enough that her desk drawer stayed permanently stuffed with love letters and candy she never had time to clean out.Until the day Brandon Keller the area's well-known rich kid cornered her at the building entrance.He'd held out a massive diamond ring, eyes feverish."Claire, this is from my mom's safe. Worth three hundred grand. Be my girlfriend and it's yours."Students had crowded around, cheering.Claire had frowned, stepping back, voice ice-cold."Are you insane? Take it back."Humiliated in front of everyone, Brandon had hurled the priceless ring over the wall in a fit of rage.Should've ended there.Two days later, his mother discovered it missing, confronting him.Terrified of punishment, Brandon shrank and lied."It's it's Claire! She seduced

"No!" Joy gripped his hand tight."However awful she is, she's still a licensed teacher. If she vanishes for a few days, people will come looking. If this spirals, it'll get messier than it's worth. I'm really not angry anymore. Let's just go."She looked at Nathaniel's silent face, softening further."Let's head back to the hotel. I'm tired."He studied her for a few seconds, noting the lingering paleness in her face, and the hard edge in his resolve gave way.He reached out, wiping a trace of moisture from the corner of her eye with his thumb."Fine."He said it softly, then lifted his chin."She ruined your future. I'm costing her family three generations of unemployment. Hardly excessive."He turned to the guard. "Find every direct and extended relative of hers across three generations currently employed in government work, stable corporate contracts, or civil service. Have them unemployed within a month.""Also pass the word to a few contacts in Minton. Nobody touches this family

"Understood." The four guards didn't hesitate, turning instantly to carry out the order."Wait! Mr. Cross!" The manager, fully panicked now, rushed forward."Let's talk about this. This is far too loud a disruption, what about the other guests"Nathaniel shot him a cold look."Either give me the room number now, or I find it myself."The manager's face drained white, lips trembling, and under the weight of Nathaniel's stare and four guards ready to move, he whispered, shaking."...Room 1615.""1615?" Christy's pupils contracted sharply, repeating it in disbelief, voice shaking. "That's that's right next to me?"Nathaniel held out a hand toward the manager. "Key."The manager wrung his hands, terrified."This is completely against policy! If word gets out we open guest doors at will, the hotel's reputation is finished!"Nathaniel withdrew his hand, glancing around. "No key? Fine."A pause, then he turned back to the manager. "Property like this, prime location might be better suited as

Joy lay back down, too exhausted to settle at first, but sleep pulled her under fast.She woke near noon.Checking her phone, an unread message waited.[Joy, Jason and I are back home. Thank you for last night. He wrote me a formal apology, promised never again. I'm focusing on the pregnancy now we'll figure out the rest later.]Joy stared at the screen for a few seconds.Everyone carries their own fate. Joy and grief belong to the person living them. There's nothing more she could do.Okay. Take care of yourself.She sighed, pulling up the flight app to check her return.Searching through options short-haul routes didn't offer a true first class, only business, every seat at full price.Joy winced, physically pained.There goes more money.Fine.She planned to book Nathaniel business class, herself economy minimize the damage.Opening the door, she found him fully dressed, seated on the couch, scrolling his tablet.He glanced up at the sound. "Awake? Lunch is out. Eat, then we head o

Joy's mood instantly brightened. She hummed a tune while packing her bag.Finished with her own, she glanced at Nathaniel's open suitcase.She thought it over, then started folding his clothes neatly, organizing everything inside.When he emerged from his shower, he found his suitcase closed, sitting by the door."You packed this?" His voice came out slightly deeper than usual.Joy, misting the flowers, nodded. "Yeah, figured I'd handle it while I was at it.""You don't know how I organize things." He draped the towel over the chair, tone even, but irritation clear underneath. "Don't touch my stuff."Joy's smile dropped. She glanced at him, a thin curve settling at the corner of her mouth."Noted. Won't happen again."Unbelievable. I'm trying to help and still can't catch a break.Pack your own bags from now on.She turned, walking back to her room, shutting the door with a little more force than necessary.Nathaniel stood there a moment, saying nothing.The flight home passed without