All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

During Sara's recovery, my workload had shifted. For the three weeks she spent confined to her parents' home—where there was more staff than actual residents—it was the easiest money I'd ever earned. The week I spent assisting her at her own apartment wasn't much different.But one thing cast a shadow over her recovery: her emotional state. My boss couldn't stop crying or lamenting over Emma's fiancé. She wasn't the vibrant Sara who had interviewed me, and I doubted she would return to that version of herself anytime soon. I hoped that when she was fully healed, off all the medications they had her on, and those two finally got married, she might find some peace.Sara's love life wasn't my business. Neither was Lawrence's nor Emma's. Still, the bitterness had already seeped into my veins. The situation between Sara and Lawrence was both infuriating and, strangely, satisfying. It angered me that my boss, who didn't deserve to be treated like a mistress, was tangled in something so mes

"There's no need to reschedule, Sara. I'll take you to your appointment," Lawrence announced.I had guessed it was Lawrence who entered my apartment earlier, but there were still so many things I couldn't figure out without seeing his facial expressions. What was he thinking? Why was he suddenly so determined to take me to the doctor?"Are you sure?""Yes, very sure. Go ahead and finish your lunch. Don't let this interrupt you," he said, directing the comment... to Jason.There was a sharpness in Lawrence's tone, something I wasn't used to hearing from him. Lawrence wasn't the type to talk like that to employees. Was it just my imagination or was there tension between the two of them?"Is that what you wish, Miss Sara?" Jason asked me instead.Oh, there was definitely tension. Though I couldn't see, my head instinctively turned back and forth as if trying to observe their faces. At the same time, I recalled that Jason still hadn't told me what was going on between him and Emma. A

"But we were so close. What happened? How did we lose them?" I asked, disheartened."They countered with a better offer," Peter explained. "Not just medical insurance but a discounted apartment outside the city—it sealed the deal.""We couldn't compete with that, not without you," Fiona added, sounding frustrated."Why didn't you tell me, Elliot?" I demanded, turning to him."You were recovering, and we didn't have the budget to increase our offer. We tried securing additional funding, but the banks wouldn't budge. They wanted you to negotiate," he admitted, guilt heavy in his voice.I bit my thumb nail, mulling over our delicate situation. Without private investors stepping in—investors I could've persuaded personally—our hands had been tied. The timing and circumstances had conspired against us."It's a shame that accident happened in the middle of negotiations," Fiona muttered bitterly."A shame for us, maybe. But for the Lewis family? It was a gift from the heavens," Peter g

At one point, I was just a mischievous child. Then, I had become a troublesome teenager who loved sticking my nose where it didn't belong. And now? Now I was an adult who seemed to attract trouble like a magnet. Jason's confession had left me completely stunned.But as I let it sink in, Emma's behavior started making a strange kind of sense. That hostility she'd been radiating toward me since the day I hired Jason—it all clicked. Before that, I almost felt like I had her in the palm of my hand.Now, I understood why I didn't anymore. She must think I orchestrated this entire situation deliberately."I'll hand in my resignation at the end of the day," Jason said, his voice low and full of regret. "I apologize for my dishonesty."His words jolted me back to reality."You think I'm letting you walk out after dropping a bombshell like that without giving me the full story?" I shot back."It's not as significant or dramatic as you're imagining," he muttered unconvincingly."Oh, reall

Emma White's P.O.V.As a child, I dreamt that my first love would also be my last. I yearned for that fairy-tale romance, believing it would find its way to me. Yet, love had never come easily. Back then, I had adored my father. In my eyes, Mark White was perfect—a tireless man who worked selflessly for others without expecting anything in return.I believed in him with the same devotion as one of his followers, almost as though I were just another citizen captivated by his promises. But I was not just anyone—I was his daughter, his most cherished possession. I trusted, with an almost blind conviction, that my father would do anything for me.Until I learned that he wouldn't.Love finally arrived when I met Jason. It was love at first sight. I still remember that day clearly, the moment I saw his smile—the kindest, warmest smile I had ever seen. Jason, who had worked for my father since he was young, was different. Gentle, steady, and kind. From the first moment, my heart was set o