All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

"Is that the future where you win the election?" I asked."With your support—and your funding—I'll make it happen.""And what if that's not enough?" I countered."Oh, trust me, it will be more than enough. With you on my side, it'll suffice. As long as you honor our agreement..."I caught a chance to twist his words into something amusing."Do you mean the agreement you had with a dead man? Because my father is lying in that casket, waiting to be buried... and his widow is over there, crying over her loss." I couldn't help the slight smile that curled on my lips as I said it.He looked at me, and his smile mirrored mine in a way that sent shivers down my spine."Agreements with women are insignificant. As insignificant as they are, let's not bring up your mother in our negotiations from now on. Do I have your word?""Mark!" Victoria approached us, playing the role of the grieving widow. "He left me! Lawrence has abandoned me!""He's in a place without suffering now, Victoria..

Sara had been right. If that will placed me above even Victoria, I wouldn't have to bow to anyone anymore—not even her. It would mark a clear before and after in the power Victoria wielded over my life.If that happened, her threats against Sara would lose all their weight."A-and... how's Emma? Is her stomach any better?" Sara asked suddenly, feigning casual indifference. She let go of me as she spoke, clearly changing the subject.I frowned, confused. How did Sara even know about Emma's health? How much did she know about her bulimia? And why bring it up now?"How do you know about that?" I asked, my voice sharp with suspicion.Sara looked at me with a mix of fear and pain in her expression."So... it's true?" she whispered softly."True? What are you talking about? That she—""Did you get her pregnant?" Sara interrupted, her voice trembling.I blinked slowly, replaying her words in my head. The confusion hit me like a wall. Ridiculous confusion. Yet, underneath it all, I fe

I had heard about Lawrence's father's death last night, and ever since, I'd barely been able to sleep. My mind kept circling back to how Lawrence must be feeling after such a loss. The relationship between Lawrence and his father had been far from simple or good, but I knew Lawrence had spent his entire life trying to please his father and earn his attention.There were so many times during the night when I almost texted or called him, but every time, I stopped myself. I didn't know how he'd react. I didn't even know what to say. Showing up at the Lewis mansion in the middle of the night wasn't exactly a safe or reasonable idea either.So, I waited for the appropriate moment—attending the funeral. That, at least, would be socially acceptable and would respect the boundaries Lawrence had imposed between us. I dressed carefully in mourning attire, the kind that wouldn't raise eyebrows but was also practical enough for running, kicking, or fighting, if necessary. You never knew what to

Let's just say that if Victoria had a shotgun, I wouldn't have survived the day. She didn't stop glaring at me like I was the devil himself even though all I did was stand next to Lawrence. I kept my distance—no touching, nothing that could even remotely be considered inappropriate—but her death stares didn't relent.After the priest's final words, the coffin was lowered into the ground. I could see the tension in Lawrence's chest ease, like a weight he'd carried for years was finally being buried. Slowly, people began to leave, offering their condolences to the immediate family as they went.I took the opportunity to step away from Lawrence and tried calling Jason, but there was no answer. That alone was strange, but what was even stranger was that I hadn't seen Emma anywhere."Are they still together? Does that mean things went really well... or really badly?" The mixture of triumph and dread was dizzying."Your bodyguard hasn't checked in?" Lawrence asked, his voice drawing me o

"Speak," Mark said, waving a hand as someone handed him a glass of whiskey."It would be in terrible taste to hold a wedding so soon after the death of the groom's father," my mother began carefully. "I've been discussing this with the planners, and we all agree it would be wise to return to the original date—"She didn't get to finish. Mark hurled the glass against the wall behind us, shattering it with a deafening crash. The sound startled us both, and the glass passed so close to us that we couldn't help but cry out in fear. The nearby staff began to retreat quietly—trained to disappear when my father became like this."I don't give a damn about terrible taste!" Mark roared. "That wedding will happen on the scheduled date!"He advanced toward my mother in a way that made my stomach twist. She was trembling but didn't step back. I couldn't just stand there."But Father..." I stammered, trying to steady my voice. "What if Lawrence doesn't want to marry me on that date? It's not o