All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

"A cheater calling out another cheater," Victoria said with a tight smile. "There are no tricks this time. I'm simply adapting to the whims of my eldest son."My image of Victoria had always been clear: a rigid woman who cared solely for her own benefit. Which, naturally, made me suspicious."Does Lawrence know you're here?" I asked."I don't report all my movements to Lawrence," she replied smoothly. "This is an act of goodwill and acceptance. My children are my greatest treasure."The way she struggled to say those last words told me everything."You didn't succeed in contesting the will, did you? And the twins aren't helping you, are they?" I said, piecing it together.Victoria's face twisted in irritation. For someone who prided herself on being composed, her expressions betrayed her frustration. I had hit the mark."You must be enjoying this," she hissed. "You and your mother probably think you'll waltz into my properties and do as you please, but don't count on it. I won't

"You're wrong. She's not an impossible dream anymore," I said firmly.Victoria gave me a sly smile, the kind that always carried malice."Just wait a few years," she drawled. "Once she gives you a child and grows bored of you, that girl will take off to another country, like the restless little savage she is. And you? You'll be left with nothing but the humiliation of her affairs plastered across our social circles. Just you wait."Her words struck deeper than I wanted to admit. I hated that she knew me well enough to aim where it hurt. Sara's free spirit was one of the things I loved most about her, but it was also a constant whisper of doubt in the back of my mind. I tried to push those thoughts away when I saw Sara hurrying toward me.She didn't slow down as she neared. Instead, she threw her arms around my neck, pulling me into a tight embrace. Her warmth was grounding, but today, it wasn't enough to silence the insecurities clawing at me."Are you okay, Ren? Did they hurt you

We felt it.Without seatbelts to hold us in place, our bodies were flung about as the car flipped. The impact was brutal, a bone-deep agony that seared through my arms. My head spun, the world a nauseating blur, and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.I wanted to close my eyes, to let the pain drag me into unconsciousness, but her voice stopped me."Jason! Jason!" Emma's voice pierced through the haze, distant but desperate.Her voice alone was enough to jolt me back. My instincts took over as I clawed my way out of the wreckage, ignoring the shards of glass slicing into my skin and the fiery pain in my ribs. Somewhere nearby, I heard footsteps running toward me."Oh, my God! Jason!" Emma's voice trembled as she dropped to her knees beside me.I barely registered the guard from Lawrence's team pulling me free from the twisted remains of the car. The rough asphalt beneath me felt both excruciating and grounding. But then Emma's hands were on me, her sobs falling against m

"With who?" Isabelle asked, her curiosity piqued.Before I could answer, Emma's mother appeared in front of us, her face etched with disapproval. Her presence was almost comical, like a storm cloud rolling in on an otherwise clear day."Are you happy now, Sara?" she asked, her tone dripping with contempt as her glare shifted to include Isabelle. "You've managed to break off Emma's engagement with Lawrence, ally yourself with my husband's greatest rival, and attempt to destabilize everything we've worked for. But let me tell you, neither you nor your family will succeed. The White family will remain stronger than ever."It seemed the news of the canceled wedding had finally reached them. Given the chaos of blood, arrests, potential kidnappings, and even a dead man hovering over all of us, a broken engagement seemed like the least of anyone's worries. Yet, just as she clung to her pride in her fractured family, I held onto mine. The difference was that my family had been mending its w

Emma White's P.O.V.Two months laterLife had never been more peaceful, nor had I ever felt as genuinely happy as I did now, two months after Mark had been arrested. My best revenge had been to live my life on my own terms, surrounded by the people I loved.It was liberating, but it hadn't been without its challenges. The fallout from the canceled wedding and Mark's dramatic arrest on live television had made me a social pariah. Those I had once considered friends, acquaintances, and even allies, all turned against me. My inbox was flooded with messages from people criticizing me for the "classlessness" of canceling such a grand event, almost as if I had done it on a whim. Worse, many directed their anger about Mark's misdeeds at me, as though I were an extension of his corruption.Apparently, in their eyes, I was responsible for making good on his broken promises of political favors. The outrage and condemnation were relentless, as though the crimes he had committed reflected on m