All Chapters of Married to my Ex-Fiance's Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

 Giancarlo “Over here please”“Smile” “Lift your chin up a bit.”“That's it.”“You guys look so good together.” “Should we be expecting marriage soon?”Those were the questions I could filter out from the list of questions that were being thrown at us. We wore smiles, posing and turning for the camera when need be. “Keep your smile steady and hold your head up high. You're with me.” I whispered through the chaos as I noticed her getting tensed. Her hand was a bit tight in mine, but its warmth weighed lightly against my chest. I should have been focusing on the flashes—chin up, shoulders squared, effortless smile and aura—but I wasn’t. Not when she stood beside me looking like that.I knew I was making a bad choice when I chose that dress. The dress hugged her just righ

 I wouldn't have thought Enzo was harbouring feelings for me but the near kiss at the bar was evidence enough. I had moved away on time before his lips connected with mine and quickly acted drunk. He seemed embarrassed at first but I was thankful he took the clue and just laughed it off. The next day I pretended not to remember anything about that night and ever since then Enzo has paid me more attention than usual. It was clear he had feelings for me, and he was doing little to nothing to hide it. The little gestures, the compliments, the light smiles, everything was as clear as day. I couldn't tell exactly how I felt about him, but all I could say was I felt a special kind of pull towards him. Penny was another reason I couldn't put a definition of what I felt for him. She was a little bit too obsessed with him. One way or the other, Lorenzo just happened to find a way into every one of our conversations. How could I

 ClaireWhen Giancarlo asked me that question, I could feel my heart leave its position and travel to the bottom of my stomach. My heart picked its pace as I thought of any possibilities of him knowing what almost happened between me and Enzo. And now….When his words paused and his mouth slightly opened from the impending reply, it was weird. His brows knitted together, and his gaze fixed on something beyond me. Confusion tightened his features, and his mouth closed. I frowned, following his line of sight, but all I saw were travelers hustling past—families juggling bags, lovers hugging themselves goodbye, businessmen glued to their phones, and a little boy dragging a blue suitcase twice his size. Nothing out of the ordinary."What's wrong?" I asked, my voice low.He didn’t respond, didn’t even blink. His jaw shifted slightly, the muscle there taut as if he was trying to piece something toge