All Chapters of Married To My Ex-Fiance's Billionaire Uncle: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

(Emily’s POV).“You are free to go around as long as Arthur is with you. He will be your guide, and please, come back to the hotel in the evening. I have to meet with my clients.”Those were Mike's words to me as he stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his suit jacket with a quick glance. He was already dressed, the sharp lines of his navy suit making him look even more commanding than usual. I reached out and gently tugged at his tie, fixing it for him.“I’ll be fine,” I said, giving him a soft smile. "Maybe I’ll try to see some of the malls around here. It’s not every day I get to explore Paris."Mike looked at me with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Just remember, the credit card is in your hand, and I topped up the balance yesterday."I blinked in surprise, laughing softly. "You topped it up? Mike, I barely even shop. You know that."He gave me a half-smirk and shook his head. "Exactly, that’s why I want you to enjoy this time. You’re here, you deserve to spoil yourself. B

(Mike's POV)."I want to work with you, Mike."Ben's words hung in the air, sharp and unexpected. I glanced at him, standing there in a neatly pressed suit, looking every bit the picture of sincerity. His face, usually marked with that arrogant edge I’d grown accustomed to, now appeared almost humble—if I could even believe that.We had just returned to New York, and I had hoped for some quiet time with Emily, our son, and the normalcy we desperately craved after everything. But life, especially when it involved Ben, never seemed to allow for peace. And here he was, standing in my office, acting like a changed man. I had to admit, on the surface, he looked the part. He was well-groomed, composed, and not the reckless person who had caused so much damage to Emily in the past. But people like Ben didn’t change overnight, and I wasn’t naive enough to forget everything that had happened between him and Emily. How could I?"How can I trust your seriousness, Ben?" I asked, my voice low

(Emily's POV).“Ouch!” I bumped into someone and then when I looked, it turned out to be my ex-fiancé. Ben and I looked at each other but then I remembered that I was in my husband's office. My arrival this time was a necessity because there was a project that required me as Mike's wife to be present. “Watch out your way,” I said coldly. It didn't matter if I sounded rude, but that's what I was supposed to do since I realized he was hurting me. “How are you, Emily?” As soon as he asked, without even apologizing, I just walked away. I sighed before reaching Mike's room and went inside after knocking on his door. “Hey,” I greeted with a smile. Mike greeted me, hugging me. “I'm sorry I can't pick you up, Love.” “It's fine. I'm already here though.” Mike then pulled out a chair for me and he returned to his seat. “We'll go in ten minutes. I have to sign a few papers first.” I nodded and smiled, then took out my ipad to look at my son who I left with some waiters. I let Mike finis

(Emily's POV).“Why didn’t you tell me that Ben will work for my father, Mike?” I asked, staring across the dinner table at my husband. The question had been brewing in my mind since I left my dad’s office, and I could no longer keep it in.Mike chuckled softly, his hand reaching for the wine glass. His calmness was infuriating in the most Mike way possible. “I have no right to tell you if your father is the one who has news, Emily,” he said smoothly, echoing the exact words my father had used.I sighed, a heavy, exhausted sound that seemed to hang between us. They both had the same excuse—always so respectful of boundaries, so careful not to step on each other’s toes. But I didn’t know how to feel about that now. I looked at Mike, his face calm and warm, like he was ready to hear everything I had to say. But how could I be mad at him? They were right. I knew that deep down. It wasn’t Mike’s place to tell me; it was my father’s.Still, that didn’t stop the frustration that churne

(Mike’s POV).“You aren’t mad at me? For not telling you about my visit to my father’s?”Emily’s question pulled me out of my thoughts, her voice soft yet searching as she looked up at me. I couldn’t help but smile as I shook my head, reaching to touch her cheek, letting my thumb trace the gentle curve there. Her expression held a touch of worry, but I could see something deeper beneath it—trust, maybe. A need for reassurance that ran deeper than the question she’d just asked.“Not at all,” I murmured, my voice low. Jimmy had told me she’d visited him, and, of course, I knew that meant Ben had been around. It wasn’t exactly a thought I enjoyed. There was still a part of me, small but insistent, that flared with jealousy, picturing Emily in the same space as him. But I wasn’t about to let that ruin this moment. I trusted her. She tilted her face up, catching my gaze with her eyes, which sparkled with a warmth that made everything else fade away. I lifted her chin gently, leaning do