All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Never underestimate how fast a woman without a home could move. Within hours, she had filled out all the forms and gathered most of the documents she needed to apply for the mortgage. It would be enough for an average-priced, cozy, two-bedroom apartment near the city center. Nothing luxurious, but a great investment for the coming years.“Did you manage to save us months of work and sell the project?” Jenna asked, leaning against one of the walls of my cubicle at the company.“No. But they promised to get back to me for negotiations. It was a good first meeting,” I said, gathering the files I needed to print.“Well, that’s good news, but maybe not good enough to justify drinking two more cups of coffee,” she said, eyeing the empty cups on my desk skeptically. “Are you trying to give yourself a heart attack? Or are you aiming for a hospital stay to cash in on health insurance? I promise, I could be a better roommate.”I made a face to show that wasn’t the case and invited Jenna to c

Friday arrived, and with it, the night I had dreaded finally came. My panicked face was probably worth a portrait as I announced myself at the entrance of Lucius’s new building. They let me in quickly, and the elevator moved faster than I would have liked. In a few seconds, I was knocking on his door, and a few more seconds later, he opened it.“Look who’s here. I thought you wouldn’t come, considering you think I bite,” he greeted me with that shameless smile. The most shameless part was that he was wearing pajama pants, no shirt, and his hair was messier than ever.“Were you sleeping? Weren’t you supposed to have some appointment earlier?”“Did I? Well, I’m a nocturnal creature anyway. Come in,” he mocked, stepping aside to let me enter.I did, biting back my tongue and holding back aggressive comments. My boss had fully moved into his new apartment. He hadn’t changed its design since he’d arrived, but one thing had changed—the smell. It was a noticeable, masculine scent. His sce

“When will you give it to me? We need to plan the proposal,” I said as I sat in the nearest chair.“Does tomorrow work for you? I was thinking we could do it then,” he suggested.I loved the idea.“It would be perfect to do it at that dirty cheater’s apartment, with my whole family there,” I envisioned, and another idea hit me. “Could we arrange the timing and maybe even hire a serenade? Imagine it: Amanda will probably pull one of her stunts to be the center of attention, but then we swoop in with the proposal and that ring. She’ll die of frustration.”Lucius didn’t seem too thrilled with my idea.“I’d leave out some of those details. I’d prefer to keep it simple. Let me handle it.”Since he was lending me the ring, I agreed not to push him beyond his comfort zone. That sounded fine, and I let him know with a nod.“So, how did we meet, then? What story are we going with?” I asked, starting to build our narrative.“We could say we met last year from a distance. Then, when I cam

“That’s what happens when you’re in good company,” he replied with a smile, his hand sliding down my back. The gentle movement sent a shiver through my body.I ignored the sensation as Amanda invited us into the apartment. As soon as we walked in, bad memories flooded my mind. The worst ones came when Andrew and I made eye contact. He had been deep in conversation with my father and stepmother, but now his attention shifted to me. I read disapproval in his face, but when he focused on Lucius, there was only disgust, which grew when his gaze dropped to where Lucius had his hand on me.Amelia’s expressions weren’t any better. Her neck tensed as she watched us. Serge seemed to be handling it the best of the trio. He pretended to be welcoming, getting up from the sofa where he had been sitting to shake Lucius’s hand.“We weren’t sure you’d join us tonight. Please excuse the informality of this gathering,” my father said.My hand itched at his comment. From Amanda’s reaction and my fath

Revenge is a dish best served cold. That should be the line I should recite over and over in this scenario. Small sacrifices that should lead to a great victory. I was on a delicate path, where I had to live with the enemy to attack from within. I allowed myself to enjoy Amanda’s martyrdom.I had sabotaged her wedding dress, and now it was time to sabotage another element of her wedding—the venue. I wouldn’t stop until her so-called “best day of her life” became her worst.“Ah… uh… thanks?” Amanda said, suspicious. Then she looked anxiously at Dad. “Weren’t we talking about the baby’s room before they arrived? I’ve already started remodeling it in beige tones. I have a well-defined aesthetic in mind.”I didn’t mind Amanda’s change of conversation. She always had to be the center of attention, in every season, month, and moment of the day.“Which room will it be?” I asked, playing along, picking up a piece of cheese.“The one in the corner. The one you used as a study, right?” she