All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

My love life was an absolute mess. That much was certain. But one of the few things that kept me going was the tiny glimmer of hope that Lawrence's wedding wouldn't actually happen. If, however, Lawrence and Emma were in love—or worse, if she was pregnant—that hope would vanish entirely.And so, here I was, lurking in the bathroom like a stalker, trying to figure out if Victoria's insinuations had any truth to them. There were plenty of reasons a woman might be throwing up, though pregnancy was definitely among them.Still, there were plenty of reasons, I reminded myself. Yet the sound of Emma's retching, the sheer force and duration of it, had me genuinely worried. I hesitated before gently knocking on the stall door after the noise subsided."Emma? Are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.There was a flurry of movement inside the stall, followed by Emma's frantic voice. "No, no, no! I'm fine! I just ate something that didn't sit well, that's all!"The door fle

His lips were on mine, his hands gripped my hips, and his strength guided the rhythm of his movements inside me. The pleasure coursing through my body was undeniable—until an irritating, insistent noise shattered everything, yanking me out of my bliss.I opened my eyes, greeted by the harsh assault of sunlight and the disarray of my bed. The sheets were tangled around me, and a quick glance at the mirror across the room revealed a sight that didn't improve my mood. My dress from the night before was still half-on, my hair was a matted mess, and my eyeliner had smudged into raccoon territory.Groaning, I pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to will away the pounding in my head. The persistent noise of my phone ringing only made things worse."Why did I forget how sneaky alcohol could be?" I muttered, dragging myself upright. "And more importantly... did I dream about having sex with Lawrence? Have I completely lost it?"Judging by the ache and dampness between my legs, my dream

I arrived at my parents' house, greeted immediately by the warm, savory aroma of roasting chicken wafting from the kitchen. Mom was there, dutifully watching over the oven like it held the secrets of the universe. I dropped my briefcase on the couch and made my way to her, barely stepping into the kitchen before she pulled me into a tight hug."How's my favorite businesswoman?" she asked, her voice cheerful."A little tired from last night, but doing well. Lots of work," I lied smoothly."Is partying considered work now? Wow, what a life. I'm so jealous," Louis chimed in from his perch, glued to his phone as usual."Do you ever get tired of assuming the worst about me and being right?" I shot back, narrowing my eyes at him."Never," he replied, grinning. "Oh, and Dad said to head up to his office as soon as you got here."I glanced at Mom for clarification, but she just shrugged. "You know how your father is. He probably wants to discuss paperwork before dinner. Just don't take t

The infamous Jason must have something special. It was the only explanation I could fathom for Emma's state and why Sara had come to trust him so much. My grip tightened involuntarily on the steering wheel. Realizing it, I forced myself to ease up and focus on the present."Don't dwell on those thoughts," I muttered to myself. "They won't lead anywhere good."Emma fell silent beside me, wiping at her tears with trembling hands. My phone rang unexpectedly, breaking the uneasy quiet. Seeing it was Julian, I picked up."Lawrence," came his clipped tone. "I'm with Richard. We need to talk urgently. We're at Dad's office.""Did something happen to Dad?" I asked, already bracing myself."No, it's something else. Just get here," he replied curtly."I need to drop Emma off at her house first. I'll come after.""Fine." He hung up without another word."Is your brother still upset with you? Haven't you two resolved things yet?" Emma asked softly. Her innocent curiosity forced a small, hu

I glanced briefly toward my brothers. One was drowning in tears, and the other stared blankly into the distance, looking more lost than I'd ever seen him. They were like children, paralyzed, waiting for a call from their father that would never come."Richard and Julian are here too," I informed him softly.Lawrence's lips moved faintly, his voice a strained whisper I could barely catch. I leaned in closer, bracing myself to hear his words."They're not mine... those boys... they're not mine," he murmured, his breath hitching. "You... you're my only son."I froze. My chest tightened, my mind racing to make sense of what I'd just heard. His fragile voice had the weight of a hammer, breaking through years of buried suspicions.But before I could react, his body convulsed in a violent fit of coughing, the sound rattling through the room. His face twisted as though he were choking, and suddenly, Richard and Julian sprang into action, rushing to his bedside with panicked cries. Victori