Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Scorned Wife Finds Love Again: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Throughout the day, Liam and I tried our best to keep our hands to ourselves and act professional around each other. It was hard but we made it to the end of workdayThe ride back to the penthouse was quiet, but there was an unspoken tension crackling between us. As he drove, Liam's hand rested on my thigh, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles against my skin. It was an absentminded touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. I placed my hand over his, feeling the warmth of his palm beneath mine. It was such a simple act, yet it felt so intimate.My mind kept drifting back to what he had said that morning. My girlfriend. He had called me his girlfriend. The words kept replaying in my head, twisting and turning in my thoughts. Should I bring it up? Should I ask him if he really meant it? It shouldn’t be a big deal, but for some reason, it was.Swallowing hard, I pushed the thought aside and turned to him. "How's your dad?" I asked, hoping to distract myself.Liam glanced at me briefly be

The moment those words left my mother’s mouth, my stomach clenched. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper."It’s all over social media, Amber," she said, her tone laced with urgency.My fingers tightened around the phone as dread coiled in my chest. “I’ll call you back,” I muttered, ending the call before she could say anything else.My heart pounded as I tapped open Twitter. The trending section confirmed my worst fear. My marriage to Dan was making headlines.I clicked on the top post, and a video started playing. It was from the restaurant a few days ago. Dan sat across from me, his hand reaching out to grip mine, I jerked my hand away, my expression unreadable to an outsider, but I knew what was running through my mind in that moment. Disgust. Frustration. Resentment.The caption beneath the video made my throat tighten:“Is there trouble in Sullivan paradise?”The post went on to speculate about my absence from Dan’s recent luncheon, suggesting that we had sepa

Back at the office, I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting to Amber, her tear-streaked face, the way her voice cracked when she told me what Dan had done. The rage I felt earlier was still burning in my chest, a steady, unrelenting fire. And I felt like hitting something more, like I felt like hitting Dan.I wanted to hurt Dan. Badly.The bastard had always been a selfish prick, but this? Smearing Amber’s name, painting her as the villain just to salvage his fragile ego? That was something I wasn’t going to take, and I would make sure that he paid.I clenched my fists at the memory of her breaking down in my office, feeling powerless as she read the comments tearing her apart. If I had Dan in front of me right now, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold back.I had just wrapped up a meeting when my phone rang. Brian.I already knew what this was about. My phone had been ringing non-stop since that idiot released his ridiculous statement—media houses, bloggers, reporters, all wanting to co

After I dropped the bombshell about Dan hitting Amber, Dad was the first to pull himself together. He looked at me, shaking his head, and said he had no idea that guy used to lay a hand on her. “That’s bad. It’s a good thing Amber left,” he added. “No woman should have to endure a beating in a marriage.” I could tell he meant it. His voice had that steady, no-nonsense tone he gets when he’s pissed.Mom, though, she was still in shock. Her eyes were wide, and she spoke up before Dad could say anything else. “I had no idea,” she said, her voice soft, almost trembling. “Thank God Amber left. Poor Amber. I wonder why she pretended to be happy while he was hitting her.” Then she paused, and I could see her thoughts shifting. She turned to me, her expression tightening. “Even though what Dan did was awful, Liam, you don’t need to insert yourself into this situation. You can help Amber without dating her. This whole thing is messy and you shouldn’t let yourself get dragged into it.”I couldn

The next morning, I woke to the sharp trill of my phone ringing somewhere close. My eyes fluttered open, groggy and heavy, and I reached for it blindly on the nightstand, swiping to end the call without even glancing at the screen. I didn’t care who it was. I knew the call most certainly had something to do with Dan, and I didn’t want to ruin my mood, not yet. I was too warm, too safe, nestled in bed with Liam pressed against me. His chest was solid against my back, his arm draped over my waist, his breath soft in the crook of my neck as he spooned me. I couldn’t even remember getting here. Last night, we’d eaten dinner on the couch, and I must’ve fallen asleep curled up next to him. He’d carried me to bed, I guessed, and I hadn’t stirred.I liked this, just the two of us, tangled together, the world locked out. His warmth, his steady breathing, it felt like a shield, and I wasn’t ready to let it go. The phone started ringing again, buzzing insistently against the wood, and Liam shi