《Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

The next day, Hannah stepped out of the sleek, black SUV, her heart pounding as the cool breeze whipped through her hair. The flashes of cameras exploded around her, the sharp voices of reporters calling her name set her on edge.“Mrs. Ford, where’s your husband tonight?”, “Are the rumors of trouble true?”, “Is Ethan too busy to support you?”Hannah was taken aback with the questions, but she forced a smile, her heels clicking against the polished marble as she made her way up the steps of the grand event hall. She felt the weight of their stares, the unspoken judgment pressing down on her shoulders. Ethan had insisted she go alone tonight, urging her to take the opportunity to network, to remind herself of who she was beyond motherhood. But now, with the cameras flashing and the whispers growing louder, she felt exposed, vulnerable.As she crossed the threshold into the glittering ballroom, the murmurs followed her, the sharp whispers of gossip already spreading. She felt her throat

Ethan leaned back against the plush leather seat of his car as it glided through the city streets. This was his new home, but despite the whole time he’s spent here, it still didn’t feel at home in it. It always felt like something was missing, and now the only security he had in his relationship with Hannah was being threatened. His jaw was tight, his mind replaying the words he had read on Julian’s note over and over, each line striking a fresh wound in his pride.“Coffee on me?”The moment those words replayed in his mind, he clenched his fists tightly, his pulse quickening. This meeting needed to happen. He knew Hannah wouldn’t be happy if she found out that he went behind her back, but he had to set things straight and draw a line that no one, especially Julian, could cross.The car pulled up in front of an upscale bar, far from the city, its polished glass facade glowing under the soft, golden streetlights. Ethan straightened his jacket, and his expression hardened as he stepped

The clatter of pots and the sizzle of garlic filled the kitchen, but the warm, comforting aroma of Hannah’s cooking did little to ease the tension that had taken root in the house. She stirred the pan, her mind racing with a hundred unspoken thoughts, each one tangled in a way she couldn’t quite unravel.It had been days since she first noticed the change in Ethan, the way his jaw seemed permanently clenched, his shoulders drawn tight, his gaze distant, like he was constantly fighting a battle in his mind.She tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on the present, on the sound of the triplets giggling in the living room, the soft hum of the fridge, the familiar clink of her wedding ring as she stirred the pot.She had decided to make his favorite—spaghetti carbonara, the dish he had once declared the best he’d ever tasted, the one that always brought a smile to his face, even on the hardest days.And so that morning, she set the table, carefully placing the polished silverware besi

Ethan stepped out of the elevator and immediately, he could hear the quiet humming from the distant clatter of keyboards and the soft murmur of phone conversations. He adjusted his cuffs, rolling his shoulders squarely as he strode down the hallway, his mind already tangled in the things he had to do.As he reached his office door, he frowned. It was slightly ajar, with a line of light cutting through the dim hallway. He never left it that way.His heart quickened, and his mind started to run with thoughts as he pushed the door open. Lila was sitting in his chair, her long, perfectly manicured nails tapping against his desk, flipping through his papers with an almost bored, casual air. She looked up slowly, her crimson lips curving into a smile, her dark eyes glinting with the same dangerous spark he remembered all too well.“Hello, Ethan,” she purred, leaning back in his leather chair, crossing one leg over the other like she owned the place.Ethan’s jaw tightened, his hand gripping

The next morning, Hannah pushed the door to Ethan’s office open, holding a laundry basket on her hip. She had been meaning to clear out the clutter in his workspace for weeks, but with the triplets, her writing and Ethan’s constant late nights, there never seemed to be time.The room was just as she remembered, dark wood, glass shelves lined with business awards, and a massive desk covered in neat stacks of papers. Ethan had always been meticulous, and his world was always defined by order and control.She set the laundry basket down and began gathering the empty coffee mugs and scattered papers from his desk, her fingers brushing over a small stack of financial reports. As she reached for the last one, something caught her eye—a delicate envelope, its edges slightly crumpled, peeking out from beneath a thick stack of spreadsheets.Hannah hesitated, her heart quickening as she slid the envelope free. Her name was scrawled across the front in looping, elegant handwriting she didn’t rec