All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Was Amelia really who she said she was? What else had she been hiding?” I asked.“From what I found out, she created a whole new identity,” he explained as he wandered through my living room, taking his time to analyze every detail and feel every surface. “She changed her last name and pretended she was never married or had a kid. Her degrees and qualifications are probably fake as well. I’m surprised she didn’t change her first name, though. Maybe her narcissism wouldn’t let her.”“She created a new life... but it still doesn’t add up. Your father must’ve had more money than mine. Why leave him for Serge?”By then, Lucius was inspecting my kitchen, checking the ceiling and the counters, and I followed him, puzzled by his behavior.“Because she couldn’t control him with my grandmother around,” he confessed.“What?”“My grandmother was a woman who knew what she was doing and knew exactly who she had as a son—a drunk and a spendthrift. The money was hers, and she controlled it. Am

I couldn’t believe what I was shopping for—a steamer to touch up my maid of honor dress. It hadn’t been a rushed purchase, but it was definitely last minute as the next day would be the date of my sister’s wedding to my ex-fiance.That’s why I was wandering through the small appliance section of the department store. I had been staring at the specs of a vertical steamer for several minutes, thinking it was the most appropriate and easy-to-use option for what I needed.Then, my phone rang from my purse, and I saw Estelle’s name on the screen. She was one of Amanda’s bridesmaids. I answered.“Marianne, what time will you get to the port? We can’t afford any more delays; we have a strict sailing schedule with the captain,” she explained.Her words sounded absurd to me. They made no sense at all. The only thing making sense was the discount on the blue steamer I was holding.“Why would I go to the port? Could you clarify?”“For your sister’s bachelorette party. Hello?” she replied, a

The sound of Amanda’s body hitting the water snapped me out of my daze. She had done it. That crazy lunatic had actually thrown herself into the water.“What did you do?! Murderer!” Estelle screamed at me.My face showed nothing but shock as I realized I wasn’t alone. About five of the bridesmaids were standing nearby, processing what had just happened. There was surprise, fear, and panic.“Stop the captain! The bride fell into the water!” Marissa started yelling at the crew members nearby.One girl ran to alert the captain while two others threw life preservers into the dark waters. As they hit the surface, Amanda’s arms emerged, flailing and crying for help. She was drowning and couldn’t grab hold of the life rings on her own. Two men dove into the water to rescue her.By now, the yacht had come to a stop, and everyone onboard—bridesmaids and crew—was focused on the accident. The men managed to get a hold of Amanda, securing a life preserver around her as she coughed from swallo

The culmination of my evil plans was finally about to unfold on that glorious day. Standing at the entrance of the cathedral, wearing my pink bridesmaid dress, I witnessed a rather amusing sight—Amanda struggling to get out of a flower-covered Mercedes 300. Her princess-style dress was so puffy that she could barely get out of the car.The absurdity of the crinoline, along with all those layers of tulle beneath the skirt, was worth many mocking photos. The bridesmaids fussing over her, adjusting her three-meter-long veil and holding her bouquet of 20 roses was an equally amusing sight.As for my interactions with the bridesmaids after last night’s circus, there was little to say. They had been glaring at me, and I had overheard whispered insults, calling me a terrible stepsister who tried to ruin poor, innocent Amanda’s wedding.Inside the cathedral, the music started to play, signaling that Andrew was waiting at the altar with his mother. The wedding planner instructed us to line u

Even Amelia’s discomfort didn’t make me feel any better. Lucius, on the other hand, reveled in it. He enjoyed this kind of torture, especially when it was directed at Amelia’s past. He had already asked her several times about her supposed archaeological training in Egypt or if it was true that she spoke Mandarin. Amelia couldn’t have looked worse—she had asked to go to the bathroom at least three times.Serge wasn’t paying attention to his wife at all. He was more focused on greeting guests and entertaining them, maintaining the image of the perfect father, not just in front of the family but also in front of his employees. Half of Fairmount Corporation was included among the 400 guests, which reminded me that Jenna had mentioned she’d be there too."I’ll be right back. I’m going to say hi to Jenna," I told Lucius.He smiled and continued charming the table. I searched for my friend, eventually spotting her in a far-off corner table, surrounded by our work team—Amy, Melanie, Karen,