Semua Bab My Accidental Billionaire Husband : Bab 291 - Bab 300

KatiaNobody moved.I let the silence sit for a long moment, watching my sister stand frozen in the middle of my living room, watching the question she refused to answer settle over the entire room like something with actual weight, and then I turned away from her and looked at everyone else instead."Fine," I said. "She won't answer. Let's ask the table instead.""Katia," David said quietly, a warning, though it came out more tired than firm."I have a simple question," I said, ignoring him entirely. "Since my sister apparently cannot confirm, with any confidence, whether the man standing in this room is actually her husband, I would like everyone here to answer something for me. If I am sleeping with Julian Windsor, is that cheating?"The question landed flat and exact in the middle of the room, and nobody answered it.Martha's hand had found her pearls again, the same gesture she made whenever a conversation grew sharper than she had prepared for, except tonight there was no recove

KatiaThe crash of the wine glass still hung in the air when Delia reappeared in the doorway, her face streaked and furious, apparently unwilling to let the rest of us finish destroying her reputation without her standing there to hear every word of it."I'm not done," she said, her voice raw. "You don't get to say all of that and then let me walk out while everyone just stands here agreeing with you.""Nobody's agreeing with anything," I said. "We're simply waiting to see if you'll finally tell the truth."Jude seized the moment, stepping forward with both hands raised slightly, the posture of a man trying to physically calm a room he had lost control of several minutes ago."I think," he said, "we should all take a breath. This has clearly become about old wounds between sisters, and I don't think any of us benefit from—""Don't," I said, and turned the full weight of my attention onto him for the first time in several minutes. "Don't you dare try to use Delia's pain as a shield for

~Katia POV~Sam came through the doorway first, tablet already in her hand, a thin folder tucked under her arm like she'd been standing outside the elevator for the last ten minutes, waiting for exactly this moment.She wasn't alone. The second set of footsteps stayed behind her, just out of the light from the hall, and Jude's eyes locked onto the shape of it the way a man watches something he already knows is going to ruin him."Sam," Martha's voice, thin and confused, said. "What is it? Why is your assistant here? What is happening—""Martha." I didn't look away from Jude. "Not now.""It is always not now with you, every single time, and meanwhile I am sitting at my own daughter's table with no idea what is actually—""I have it," Sam said, cutting cleanly through Martha's spiral, holding the folder up without quite handing it over yet."This is absurd," Jude said, and his voice cracked sideways, half laugh, half panic, an ugly sound that didn't belong to the smooth man who'd kissed

~Katia~I watched Jude’s face change right in front of me. The moment Hailey demanded the divorce and the folder with the marriage certificate sat open on the table, something inside him broke. His eyes darted around the room like he was looking for an escape route. I knew what was coming before he even moved.“I can’t do this,” he said. His voice sounded rough and shaky. “I won’t stand here while you all tear me apart.”David took a step forward from where he had been standing near the bar cart. “Jude, sit down. We are not finished.”But Jude did not listen. He turned fast toward the hallway that led to the elevator. His shoulder hit the edge of a chair and sent it scraping loudly across the floor. I started to move, but Sam was quicker. She already had her phone out and was speaking into it. Jude broke into a run.I did not chase him. I stayed where I was near the table and said, “Let him run. He won’t get far.”His footsteps echoed down the private hall. Then I heard the elevator d

Julian’s POVThe change in her hit me like a physical blow. One moment she was trying to hold herself together on the counter; the next her body was betraying her completely. I tightened my hold, my hand steady on the back of her neck while the other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into my chest so she could lean on me fully.“Easy,” I murmured against her hair, my voice low and calm. “Breathe through it. I’m right here.”She trembled against me, but she didn’t pull away. That small surrender meant everything. I kept one arm locked around her as I reached for the refrigerator, moving carefully while supporting her weight. Vegetables, fresh herbs, and good stock—I worked quickly, chopping and adding everything to the pot on the stove. The rich, soothing aroma of soup soon began to fill the kitchen, warm and grounding.I kept her close the entire time, my hand rubbing slow, steady circles on her lower back. When the soup was ready, I ladled a generous bowl and turned back to h