All Chapters of CHASE ME, HUSBAND: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Irene’s POV Laughing a bit, I asked, “What?” Holding up her phone, she clicked into a group chat, and I froze on seeing Damian’s pic cutting a ribbon with Bria by his side. “Your boyfriend is here. He’s with VVIP guests. Something about collaborating with the school.” Immediately, I scanned around, my heart thumping in my chest. Then I saw him, walking up to the platform with several other men in suits and a few of the ladies wearing blazers and smiling, waving at students. “They are all popular designers. Down to the guest lecturer. She has like three hundred followers on I*******m.” Olivia's words trailed off in my head. From the far end of the room, I watched him stop; his back stiffened before he turned around, and I looked away. “Um…I got to use the bathroom.” I told Olivia, getting up. “You don’t even know your way around. Wait up.” Her words followed me out. But I was already outside, walking in the direction of anywhere. I couldn’t believe it. He actually meant eve

Irene’s POV I straightened up, stumbling a bit as I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out who was standing in front of me. “Hey, if you don’t mind. We were dancing.” Olivia's voice rang out in irritation. Mike moved over to me, leaning closer. “It’s Bria.” I jerked my head as if it could clear the alcohol from my system, and that was when I saw her. “You’re a student from FIT. Right?” She asked Olivia, her nose in the air. Putting her hands on her hips, Olivia walked up to her. “So what?” Bria eyed Olivia. “The transfer student. You’re a sophomore.” “I know you. I bet the Dean would love to give you that letter again.” Bria threatened, and Olivia's face went pale. What letter was she talking about? I turned to Olivia but she looked away. “Come on, Bee, the girls were just having fun. Don't be hard on them," Mike defended, but she didn’t even spare him a glance. I didn't notice it at first, but his eyes were on her phone. Did she… “Did you just take a picture of me?”

Damian’s POV I lived in a world where threats came as natural as breathing and drinking water. From business enemies to bitter ex-partners, ex-employees to corporations that were ready to pull you down the moment you breathed wrong. Eyeing the text, I tossed my phone aside, getting back to work. Even as I typed away on my laptop, I couldn’t stop thinking about the last expression I saw on her face. One that said she’d never trust anything I said ever again. Done with my schedule for the day, I left the office, and Greg called me just as I was pulling out of the driveway. “Get over here with your boring ass. I’ve got a few sexy ladies lined up for you.” He offered. Too bad the only woman I wanted was her. “You want me to show up as your VIP guest tonight.” Greg gave a low laugh, “Damn, you’re so smart. How did you figure that out?” “You told me the last time we talked.” Greg was a great friend, but he was also a good businessman. “And you also mentioned an opening for Ma

Irene’s POV Then I remembered how quiet he was last night and how he’d ignored my feelings.Pulling myself along, I pushed myself to my feet and stumbled to my closet.Dragging the clothes, shoes, and bags down to where I hid the pill, I threw them on the floor, ransacking that particular place with shaky hands.When I finally reached for the bottle, I tripped over a pile of clothes on the way to the kitchen, scratching my wrist against the floor, and I winced.“Ouch.”The bottle of pills already slipped out of my hands and rolled to the other side of the room.Clicking my teeth, I helplessly watched the bottle stop a mile away from me, and panic hit me.I couldn’t get to it.My breath hitched as I held onto my chest, feeling hot tears stream down my face.My room was in a messy state. My shoe rack was lying on the floor, clothes littered all over, and my sheets were rumpled up.Feeling dizzy, I found myself sliding to the floor before I heard a hard knock against the door.“Rene!”

Irene’s POV At the same time, my phone beeped in my bag, and I was startled. Geez, it was just my phone.Shutting my eyes, I threw my head back before composing myself and walking through the entrance."Morning, ma’am.” The guy that had been seated in the passenger’s seat jumped out.He was wearing jumpers and a helmet.“Hi.” I said, noticing the driver was trying to pull out of the driveway.“Can I help you…” I paused as he signaled to the driver to turn around. My eyes followed his gestures as the van pulled in, backing up to the gate, and that was when my eyes landed on it.A giant bouquet of orchids and tulips this time, with a banner attached to it,*YOU’VE BEEN ON MY MIND, DOLLFACE.* The banner read, and my hand flew over my mouth, my heart pounding in my chest with an emotion I didn’t recognize.Excitement. NoConfusion. I didn’t know.Is this what a marriage on paper was supposed to feel like?Did he have a personality disorder? One minute cold and then the next hot.“Your h