All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“I’m holding you responsible for something you know you’re responsible for. You’re a smart girl. What are you doing bruising the ego of a weak man like Andrew? Focus your efforts on solidifying your marriage to Lucius,” he advised.I didn’t know what hurt more—my father talking about my love life like it was just another business deal, or him only giving me this much attention because of Lucius. Before Lucius, it was because of Andrew. It was always about some man, never about me, his daughter.“That’s exactly what I’m doing. So maybe you should ask your other daughter to focus her efforts on keeping her fiancé in check. Andrew’s not my problem anymore,” I argued.My father sneered cruelly.“Aren’t you grateful for that? You should be. Andrew’s a spent resource. His betrayal led you to someone better. Play your cards right.”“What are you talking about, Dad?” I asked, confused. “Isn’t Andrew your prized shareholder? Your beloved protégé? Where’s this coming from?”“He stopped bei

This was my moment. It had finally arrived.“Andrew’s habits haven’t changed? Don’t tell me that,” I said, feigning the deepest sympathy.“What do you mean, his habits?” she asked, sounding alarmed.“Well… his addiction to… other women,” I said, feigning hurt. “I remember… finding various items like the one you mentioned in his game room too. Where exactly is this nursing room in the apartment?”That question was the final blow for Amanda. She didn’t know that I knew what she had done. I was several steps ahead of her. But Amanda wouldn’t give up so easily, even if she thought the man she was about to marry was cheating on her. By the way, before Amanda, I never suspected Andrew had cheated on me. I was making everything up.“Oh, the item I mentioned? It has nothing to do with what you’re implying. Now that I think about it, it must have been a misunderstanding. Andrew is the most attentive, respectful, and considerate man with me,” she defended herself.“I can imagine, especiall

Despite Amelia’s endless demands and diva-like attitude, we eventually selected the cathedral we visited. And with the wedding date branded in our minds, just two days after that decision, here we were, rehearsing for the church ceremony.As the maid of honor, I was also acting as the coordinator alongside the wedding planner. Better said, I was trying to explain to the bridal party of ten bridesmaids and ten groomsmen, along with the flower girls and ring bearers, that we couldn’t start the rehearsal without… the bride and groom.Neither Amanda nor Andrew had bothered to show up on time for their own rehearsal. They were about twenty minutes late. That was why my wonderful stepmother was busy entertaining the priest so he wouldn’t get upset, while further back, Serge was making small talk with Andrew’s parents to keep up appearances. I couldn’t tell which of the three looked more irritated.“Call your sister again, Marianne. I’ve got a manicure appointment in two hours. I can’t mis

“That’s enough of this,” Amelia cut in nervously. “Both of you will go talk with the priest like civilized people. I’ll handle dismissing the bridal party. Go on, go.”Reluctantly, Andrew followed the priest, who was trying to calm him and offer advice. Amelia, on the other hand, approached Amanda angrily, grabbing and squeezing her arm with malice.“You can’t humiliate our family like this, Amanda. You will get married, end of story. Do you hear me?” Amelia demanded, switching from a furious expression to a courteous smile for the rest of the guests.In the background, she was making up excuses for this scene, swearing it was just a bad day for the soon-to-be newlyweds. Amanda clutched my hand, scared and seeking support.“Tell me not to marry him, and I won’t, sister.”“What?” I said, surprised.“How could I have been so blind? Our father only wants me to marry him for the benefits. Just like he wants you to marry Lucius for the same reason. You still have time to save yourself

“Are you projecting your feelings onto me? Who was the one bragging about breaking in her bed with that Matt guy? I come back, and you’re enjoying coffee with him,” Lucius said, amused. “You could be a little more discreet. We do have an agreement, last time I checked.”“An agreement? Yes. But not for exclusivity. Last I remember, you refused that,” I said, playing along.Lucius didn’t like my joke. His expression hardened.“If you’re trying to make me jealous, don’t bother. You won’t get far. What’s worked between us is the lack of drama because we’re honest about our intentions, even if they aren’t good or praiseworthy. Don’t change that.”Exactly. He said it himself. We were supposedly “honest” with each other. I had been, but had he? I doubted it.“To what extent should I trust your honesty, Lucius? You’re way ahead of me in this game,” I asked, letting my frustration slip out.He glanced at me, confused, as if he had no idea what I was talking about.“Are you mad because Cl