All Chapters of His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

124 Chapters

New Beginnings, Old Hearts

Lauren’s POV The smell of grease and cheap perfume clung to my skin as I wiped down the last table. Fucking waitress gig. Silas had pulled strings at this mid-tier joint downtown—nothing fancy, just enough tips to keep me from starving while I figured out how the hell my life had imploded. Again.“Lauren, you good to close?” my manager, Rico, called from the back. He was a decent enough guy, didn’t ask too many questions, which was perfect for someone like me right now.“Yeah, I got it,” I shouted back, tossing the rag into the bin. My feet screamed in the cheap non-slip shoes Silas had bought me. Everything hurt. Not just my body—the kind of bone-deep tired that came from smiling at assholes who tipped like shit while my mind kept replaying Julian’s face.I stepped out into the cool Seattle night, the alley door banging shut behind me. The city lights blurred a little. I blinked hard. No crying on the sidewalk. Not tonight.Silas’s car was waiting at the curb. I slid into the pas

The Stranger in My Bed

Julian’s POV I gave her one more chance.That was the only thought in my head when I crossed the bedroom and pinned her against the wall. My hands framed her face. I kissed her hard, the way I used to when she'd bite back. When her nails would find my arms and her eyes would dare me to go further. I kissed her like I was trying to resurrect something.She moaned.It was right on cue. Perfectly timed. The exact pitch a woman performs when she thinks that's what's expected of her.I pulled back.The kiss tasted like nothing. I felt nothing. The fire, the tension, I used to feel whenever I kissed my wife, was gone.I shoved away, putting distance between us, running a hand through my hair."Who the fuck are you really?"She blinked. For just a fraction of a second, something cold moved behind her eyes. Then the mask snapped back into place.She straightened her silk robe and lifted her chin. "Your wife, Julian. The one you married.""No." My voice came out low and quiet. "You're not he

Leaning In

Lauren's POVThe thing about comfort is that it sneaks up on you.You don't notice it happening. One day you're sleeping on someone's couch with one eye open, heart still raw and bleeding from a life you got thrown out of, and then somehow—without you ever making a conscious decision—you're sleeping through the night. You're passing the salt before he asks for it. You're laughing at something stupid on TV and not feeling guilty about it two seconds later.That's what happened with Silas and me.It wasn't dramatic. It wasn't a moment. It just… happened. Shared dinners where he cooked too much and I ate more than I'd admit. Late nights on his couch with bad coffee and worse job listings open on my laptop, him scrolling through his phone beside me like we'd been doing this for years. And slowly, I stopped bracing for the impact that never came."Another rejection?" he asked one Wednesday evening without looking up from his phone."How did you know?""You've been staring at the same li

Empty Empire

Julian's POVThe deal closed at 11:47 p.m.Forty-two million dollars. A rival's logistics network, folded neatly into mine like it was never his to begin with. Marcus set the signed documents on my desk with the quiet satisfaction of a man who understood what victory looked like.I felt nothing.I poured two fingers of scotch, stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, and watched Seattle bleed neon into the rain-slicked streets below. My empire. My city. Every light down there belonged to me in some way — the buildings, the ports, the dirty money moving through clean hands.And the penthouse echoed.It had been doing that for weeks. This hollow, wrong kind of quiet that had nothing to do with sound and everything to do with her presence. Or her absence. I wasn't sure anymore.I heard Serena before I saw her. The deliberate and practiced click of heels. Everything she did was a performance."Still brooding?" she asked from the doorway, her voice coated in that particular brand of sw

Fractured Hearts

Lauren’s POVI hated myself for checking Serena’s social media again.But I did it anyway.Maybe pain had become a routine.Maybe some pathetic part of me still needed proof Julian was breathing somewhere in this city.Or maybe I just wanted to know if he looked for me the way I still searched for him in every stranger on the street.The photo loaded slowly.And there he was.Julian Cross.Standing beside Serena beneath the crystal lights of some elite charity gala.Serena looked flawless in diamond jewelries and designer sequin dress, her manicured hand spread possessively across Julian’s chest.But Julian—God.He looked dangerous.Black suit. Broad shoulders rigid beneath tailored dress shirt. Dark eyes colder than winter itself.Together, they looked untouchable.Powerful. Wealthy.Like the kind of married couple magazines obsessed over.But I knew him now. And Julian looked furious.The caption beneath the post read: Mr. and Mrs. Cross stealing the spotlight tonight.A broken lau

The Grease and the Ghost

Julian’s POV Serena sat at the vanity when I walked into the bedroom.City lights poured through the glass walls behind her, turning the diamonds at her throat into little lights while she painted her lips blood-red with slow and controlled strokes.For three weeks, I’d been living with a stranger wearing my wife’s face.And every single day, the feeling got worse.She looked like Serena.Same long hair cascading over bare shoulders. Same silk robe slipping off one side seductively. Same icy beauty that used to make me lose common sense.But the woman burned into my head—The one who stood barefoot in my kitchen at three in the morning eating cold noodles straight from the carton while telling my security team they were incompetent idiots—The one who stole a gun from Dante’s soldier in the Maldives and started barking orders at armed men—The one who slapped poisoned coffee out of my hand before I could drink it—That woman was gone.And this polished thing sitting in front of me ma

Stolen Safety

Lauren’s POV The screech of folding chairs and the sound of shuffled chips were the only things loud enough to drown out the thoughts of Julian Cross.I slid another stack of clay discs across the green felt, my face blank and my hands steady. The underground casino on the south side of Seattle smelled like cigarettes, beer and money—not the clean, curated kind that lived in Julian's penthouse, but the kind that had been sweated for, stolen, and lied through teeth to keep. This was my world. The real one. No designer heels. No diamond rings. Just Lauren Vance, dealer, invisible in a room full of men who never looked at the help."Hit me," the man across the table said, barely glancing up.I dealt the card without a word.Three hours into my shift and I'd already watched a man lose his mortgage, another win enough to cry into his whiskey, and a third pull a knife on his friend over a disputed pot that I'd defused by sliding the disputed chips to the center and saying, flatly, "House

The Recognition Reflex

Julian’s POVMarcus had a habit of dropping information like breadcrumbs—never the whole loaf.Three nights ago, over whiskey in my study, he’d mentioned a high-stakes poker game operating out of the industrial district. Underground. Run by men who didn’t bother with names.“Why are you telling me this?” I’d asked.He only shrugged. “Thought it might interest you. Word is, the dealer at the master table is worth seeing.”At the time, I didn’t care.But tonight, I was in the back of my car anyway.Serena’s perfume still clung to the walls of my penthouse like a curse I couldn’t scrub out. Three weeks of the same suffocating wrongness. Three weeks of looking at a woman I should recognize and feeling like I was staring at a carefully arranged lie.I needed noise. Movement. Anything that wasn’t the silence in my head.I didn’t question the impulse.Instinct never explained itself. It just moved—and you either followed it or paid for ignoring it later.---The place was buried under a ware

Magnetic Pull

Lauren’s POVThe cards slipped from my fingers.One second, I was shuffling smoothly beneath the dim amber lights of the underground casino. The next second, fifty-two cards exploded across the velvet table because my heart had stopped fucking beating.Julian Cross stood across the room. He wore black suit, black gloves and he was staring at me with those dark eyes.God.For an entire month, I’d been trying to survive him. Trying to survive the hole he tore through my chest when I walked away. I buried myself in double shifts, cheap coffee, aching feet, and Silas’s quiet stability.But none of it mattered anymore.Because Julian was here. Looking at me like he’d walked into church and found salvation sitting at a poker table.The casino suddenly felt suffocating. Smoke clogged my lungs. Laughter echoed somewhere behind me. Chips clicked against polished wood. A woman in red heels brushed past my shoulder.But all I could hear was my pulse screaming inside my skull.He knows. He fuckin

The First Infidelity

Lauren’s POV “I am a married man,” Julian whispered against my throat, his teeth sinking just below my ear hard enough to make me gasp. “And I have never wanted to destroy a vow more than I do right now.”The confession should have horrified me but instead, it made my pulse hammer faster.We were tangled in the backseat of his SUV while Seattle rain battered the tinted windows hard enough to drown out the sound of my breathing. His body pinned mine into the leather seat, his broad shoulders boxing me in completely. One of his hands gripped my thigh so tightly it almost hurt while the other yanked at the hem of my tank top.“Then don’t,” I whispered recklessly.His head snapped up, his dark eyes blazing at me, “What?”“Don’t destroy them.” My fingers twisted into his hair. “Go home to your wife, Julian.”Something cold crossed his face. “You don’t mean that.”No. I fucking didn’t. But guilt clawed at my chest anyway.Silas had kissed me like I was something precious, something worth p

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