All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Let's just say I had put myself in plenty of crazy and embarrassing situations over the years. As soon as I was old enough, I had slipped away from my parents, traveled the world, and had my fair share of colorful relationships. My exes could fill a storybook, and I'd lived through heartbreaks that I honestly didn't take all that seriously.So, it surprised me how sensitive I felt about all of this—sitting here, on the receiving end of an invitation I had thought I deserved. I had expected to play a big part in my best friend's wedding, and yet... this didn't feel right at all."Are you so thrilled by our surprise that you can't find the words to respond?" Emma coaxed."This... was... quite a surprise, yes..." I managed, stalling for time.I focused on the card in the box, flipping it over to find a photo of the happy couple. It looked like a professional engagement shot, both of them beaming. I committed the image to memory while pretending to examine the rest of the gifts."I'm

Marriages of convenience weren't anything new in our social circle. They were entirely normal and acceptable to everyone around us. First, the families had to be compatible in terms of goals and business opportunities, and only after that came any emotional attachment. Feelings were the last step in the process.That's how Lawrence's parents had married—Mr. Laurence Lewis and Mrs. Victoria Lauren. They had everything in their favor except any genuine attraction or affection. Their marriage was like something out of a crypt. How could it not be? Laurence was much older than Victoria, and it wasn't as if Mrs. Victoria was particularly pleasant.Lawrence and his twin brothers, Julian and Richard, had grown up in that hellish relationship. They were all scarred by it, and it was no secret to me that Lawrence didn't want to repeat his parents' story. He despised the open marriage they had, with lovers on the side. That wasn't his ideal at all. He wanted a marriage built on love.So, if E

I finally arrived at my parents' house. Standing at their door, I took a deep breath to muster the courage to ring the bell. The door opened faster than I expected, and a little girl who barely reached my waist looked up at me with wide eyes."It's my niece!" Samantha squealed, running to hug me with all the enthusiasm in her tiny frame."And it's my favorite aunt!" I replied just as enthusiastically, swinging her side to side in our hug.Yes, I had an aunt who was eleven. Weird? Maybe, but I had gotten used to it. Here's how it went: my paternal grandfather, Lennon, had remarried Selena, a younger woman who had somehow managed to get pregnant. To add more color to this twisted family tree, Selena was my mom's best friend. Well, she had been—until Samantha was born."Can you two stop calling each other that? The older you get, the weirder it sounds..." muttered Selena.She was over by the kitchen with my mom, both of them surrounded by chopped vegetables and bubbling pots. They we

If you tried to avoid someone in your own social circle, you'd be attempting the impossible. With absolute certainty, I found myself at Amber's birthday party. Her parties were talked about for weeks each year, all thanks to her outrageous themes and extravagance. This year's theme? Old Hollywood Glam.I had skipped the entryway—a red carpet set up to mimic a movie premiere, complete with "paparazzi" eager to snap photos of the guests. It was all part of the fantasy, as was the decor, which made it look like we'd stepped back seventy years.This party was taking place at Amber's grandparents' country estate, and I wove through the crowd, nodding and greeting the city's social elite who were all here tonight. I received plenty of compliments on my red silk dress with its plunging neckline and daring open back. Let's just say I wasn't shy about showing off, and the jewelry I had chosen only added to the look.Still, the best-dressed person here had to be the birthday girl herself. Amb

"He's... wonderful. So attentive, gentle, and responsible. I've never met a man so mature at his age. I'm lucky he noticed me," Emma continued, her face glowing with happiness.I forced a smile, feeling my neck tighten from holding it stiff. I tried to sip my drink, but it was empty. I signaled to the nearest waiter for a refill, and he quickly handed me another glass."Thanks..." I muttered, my neck still tense."And the proposal. You had to have been there. It was at sunset; he scattered rose petals across the sand and knelt in front of me. Beautiful, so intimate, just the two of us," she went on, her eyes dreamy.I drank more. I hardly recognized myself at that moment or the strange cocktail of bitterness and rage I felt brewing inside me."Sounds... charming," I said, my face aching from the forced smile."It was. And the talks we've had about our future children..."I took another long drink, more than was sensible. Emma's phone rang, and she gestured apologetically, saying