All Chapters of Taming My Arrogant Husband: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Scarlett barely registered the sound of her own footsteps as she hurried down the hallway. She heard Storm call after her, his voice firm with questions, but she didn't stop or turn around. She couldn’t focus on anything except the storm brewing inside her. When she reached the end of the corridor, she spotted her father standing by the waiting area, his face set in a familiarmask of indifference, arms crossed as though he’d been expecting her.“Scarlett,” he greeted her with a nod, his tone entirely too calm.“What are you doing here?” she demanded, crossing her arms. Her voice echoed a mixture of anger and suspicion. “I can’t remember you ever bothering to visit Mom in the hospital before.”Her father’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of annoyance breaking through his otherwise calm expression. “Is that how you greet your father?” he asked, his voice cold. “I don’t owe you an explanation for being here.”“Actually, you do,” Scarlett shot back, her glare unrelenting. “Especially w

Scarlett lay in her bed, her cheeks still flushed as she replayed the kiss in her mind, her fingers tracing where his hands had held her close. She didn’t know why she felt so flustered; it wasn’t as if this was their first kiss. Still, after everything they’d been through, something about it felt… different.“Get it together, Scarlett,” she whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “It’s just Storm, and it’s just a kiss.”But even as she said it, she knew it wasn’t just the kiss that had thrown her off. It was the way he’d looked at her—softly, intently, as if she were more than just his transactional partner. She hadn’t been looked at that way in so long, and she’d forgotten what it felt like.Trying to brush the thought away, she closed her eyes and attempted to sleep, but every time she drifted off, she found herself back in his arms, feeling the warmth of his embrace, the faint scent of his cologne still lingering in her mind.With a sigh, she checked the time on

The dawn broke through Scarlett’s bedroom window, painting the walls in soft hues of pink and gold. She stretched, groggy yet determined to start her day on a brighter note. After last night’s unresolved tension with her father, she wanted to try something different—to surprise Storm with breakfast and, perhaps, find a way back to a simple, peaceful morning.She made her way to the kitchen, tying an apron around her waist as she carefully prepared eggs, toast, and fresh coffee, the scent filling the penthouse. After setting the table, she waited with anticipation, glancing at the clock as she counted down the minutes until Storm typically emerged from his room.A few minutes later, he finally walked into the dining room, adjusting his tie, looking polished yet distant. Scarlett’s lips curled into a small smile, hopeful that he’d notice her efforts.“Good morning, Storm,” she greeted, gesturing to the breakfast table. “I thought we could eat together before you head off to work.”Storm

Scarlett’s heart raced as she and Storm entered the hospital, making their way down the stark hallways with hurried steps. The bright, antiseptic lights felt cold and indifferent, amplifying the fear coiled tight in her chest. By the time they reached her mother’s room, Scarlett’s anxiety had escalated, but nothing could prepare her for the sight that met her eyes.Her mother lay on the hospital bed, writhing slightly in pain, her pale face damp with sweat. Scarlett rushed to her side, gently holding her mother’s hand. "Mom, I'm here," she whispered, struggling to keep her voice steady.Her mother opened her eyes, her gaze softening as she focused on Scarlett. "Scarlett, sweetheart…" she managed, her voice weak but grateful.The doctor entered the room, his expression grim. He addressed Scarlett and Storm with a soft nod. “Mrs. Scott's body is not responding well to her new treatment. The side effects are severe, and it seems her body is rejecting the medication altogether.”Scarlett’

Two months had passed since her mother left for Switzerland, and Scarlett could still feel the pang of separation each time she looked at her phone, hoping to see a new message or photo. Life had moved at a relentless pace, as she had stepped fully into her role as Storm’s wife, attending the endless string of meetings, dinners, and late-night functions that the Scoville family expected of her. The exhaustion settled into her bones, but even when she wanted to take a break, Storm would remind her of their goals, of the image they needed to project.On this particular morning, Scarlett was already up before the alarm rang. She quickly covered her mouth, rushing to the bathroom as another wave of nausea hit her. The morning sickness was becoming a regular occurrence, but she was determined to ignore it, chalking it up to exhaustion and the stress of her new responsibilities.As she splashed her face with water, she couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. She had an