All Chapters of Arranging a Mistress For My Husband : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ethan stood outside the NYPD precinct, staring at the sign. It was noon, and he had been contemplating whether to go inside and face Cliff or go back home and face Mia taunts again. The weight of his choices pressed down on him. Ethan ruffled his hair and huffed slightly, as if annoyed and frustrated. He looked at his watch, wrenching his hand, and whispered, "I can't avoid him. I have to face Cliff."I screamed inside, wondering which life I would rather have: the craziness of last night's forgetting or the current appalling situation."It's all because of Mia," I thought. "She shouldn't have brought Olivia there." My mind drifted to Olivia and what she must think of me now. First, I proposed a fake marriage to Mia, then Mia wanted a divorce from this fake marriage through a fake mistress act, and last night, I punched my colleague while drunk and couldn't even remember why. "Of course, she'll think I'm a terrible person," I thought bitterly. "Every time we meet, she misunderstands me

“Family is a precious thing,” John said. “And sometimes it comes in unexpected ways, but it is always worth fighting for it.”Ethan turned to John with a bewildered, yet interested, gaze. He began to speak and before he could utter any word, there was the sound of Bella’s voice rang through the air.“Supe’hewo, look” Bella’s excited voice interrupted. “Mango sit! He did it!”When the two men looked back, they were surprised to see the puppy sitting calmly with his tail going round, as Bella was feeding him the treat. Ethan's face lit up with pride smile."That's amazing, princess! You're such a good teacher," he praised, ruffling Bella's hair affectionately.John looked at the interaction, and his eyes became all tender. “You know, Ethan, seeing you with Bella... it reminds me of my daughter when she was that age." The way you look at her, it’s... well, it’s how a father looks at his daughter.Ethan's breath caught in his throat. He looked at John and then at Bella, who was now attemp

Ethan sat at the restaurant, checking his watch and looking around, he replayed his conversation with Olivia. When he’d called earlier, offering to pick her up, she’d insisted on taking her own car, explaining it would make it easier for them to go home separately—just in case he got an urgent call. She didn’t want him to have to detour, dropping her off if he needed to rush off for duty. It struck him how considerate she was, understanding the demands of his job as a police officer, and he felt a genuine respect for her. It was rare, he thought, to meet someone who truly understood the importance of that responsibility.Mia, She got it too. She understood what it meant to live with the phone, always within reach, always waiting for the next call. Yet, sometimes, she’d throw in a small performance in-front of his mom, acting like he puts the job first—something that amused and bewildered him in equal measure. She would sigh, casting him that theatrical, sidelong look, as if he was the

“Even if it’s not love,” Olivia finished for him, her tone neutral but her eyes watching him closely. She saw the way his expression shifted—hesitation, maybe even guilt.“I don’t know,” Ethan said after a pause, his voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe in some ways I thought after the marriage with Mia, everything is normal in our relationship. Or maybe it’s just me trying to make sense of it all.”Olivia forced a smile, though her chest tightened at his words. So, he might already have feelings for Mia she thought, her earlier confidence shaken. She had thought tonight would give her clarity—about Ethan, about the way he looked at her with a mix of fascination and restraint. But now, it felt as though they were wading into murkier waters, and she wasn’t sure either of them knew the way out.“That’s fair,” she composed her emotions. With a forced smile. “It’s okay, Ethan, not to have all the answers yet. Sometimes, they come when you least expect them.”He studied her for a moment, a

Ethan frowned, confused. “What are you talking about, Olivia?”“Just Mia’s friend,” she said, her voice steady but her words cutting. “Not yours. That’s how you see me? Just someone you tolerate because of Mia?”Her words landed like a blow, and Ethan felt the heat rise in his chest. “That’s not what I meant—”She held up a hand, stopping him. “Because it sure sounds like that’s all I am to you. Mia’s best friend. Nothing more.” Her gaze bore into his, searching for something, and when she didn’t find it, she let out a quiet, humorless laugh. “I guess I was wrong to think we’d gotten past that. I thought you genuinely want us to be friends.”“Olivia, I didn’t mean it like that,” Ethan said quickly, his voice edged with panic.“Didn’t you?” she countered, her tone sharper now, though it wavered slightly at the end. “Because it’s starting to feel like the only reason you even bother with me is because of Mia.”“Liv,” Mia chimed in, stepping forward, but Olivia shook her head.“No, Mia,