บททั้งหมดของ My 90-day Marriage to my Ex-boss: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

I was so livid.If August had been in his office right then, I was sure I would've punched him.Or worse.What the hell was this?Several minutes passed, yet my anger refused to settle. If anything, it only grew.When he finally arrived, I saw him walking past my desk toward his office.Before he could take another step, I slammed the document onto his chest."What is this supposed to be?"He looked genuinely taken aback.I flipped the agreement open and jabbed a finger at the page."Clause 5.3."I read it aloud.In the unlikely event that pregnancy occurs during the ninety-day cohabitation period, both parties agree to inform each other immediately and jointly determine the best course of action in the interest of the child. If the pregnancy is carried to term, both parties shall assume equal parental responsibilities regardless of the status of the marriage at the end of the ninety-day period.I flipped to the next page."And then Clause 5.4."Party B shall not engage in any sexual

The call ended.But one phrase refused to leave my head.Honeymoon suite.Silence stretched between us before I finally spoke."Can you remember anything from that night?"Genesis looked up.For a split second, I caught something in her eyes.Fear.It disappeared so quickly I almost convinced myself I'd imagined it.She rolled her eyes."If I remembered anything," she said, "we would've annulled this marriage the very next day instead of finding out three months later that we're married and now stuck living together."She turned to leave.Too quickly.I caught her wrist."Genesis."She stopped but didn't look at me."There's something you're not telling me.""I don't know what you're talking about."She still wouldn't meet my eyes."I just think we should compare what we both remember."I searched her face."Don't you think it's strange?""We're talking about getting married.""That's not som

I grabbed my phone. It wasn't the report. It was the numbers. Earlier that afternoon, just before August started finding fault with everything I did, I'd been reviewing the procurement reports. Something about the numbers had bothered me. At the time, I'd brushed it aside. Now, lying in bed, it came rushing back. The quantities didn't match. I sat bolt upright. Without bothering to put on my slippers, I hurried downstairs to study and powered on the computer. The reports were all from the three months I'd been away. One by one, I compared the purchase requests against the shipment records. My stomach slowly tightened. Every invoice from Winslow Engineering followed the exact same pattern. We ordered one hundred. They invoiced one hundred and fifty. We ordered ten. They invoiced fifteen. Every. Single.

"Are you sure we couldn't have done this during the day?" I asked, pulling another dusty archive box toward me.The old records room was dimly lit, and the silence was almost eerie.Reggie chuckled."I asked my boss earlier about it, and he gave me the most vanilla answer ever."He shrugged."I've got a feeling he's hiding something."He looked over at me with a grin."And besides... if we crack this, we're not just getting promotions. We're getting raises too.""I'm not doing this for a promotion.""If you say so," he laughed.We continued sorting through files.Esme had insisted on coming with me, but I'd made her stay in the car. Reggie had specifically asked that I come alone, saying fewer people would attract less attention.Nearly an hour passed.At this point, I wasn't even sure what we were looking for anymore.We already knew the discrepancies started five years ago.Reggie wanted to check whether anyone had discov

I looked up. "He wants the meeting now?" I blinked. "Yes." "But he has something else on his schedule now." "Just call Marcus Winslow's assistant, give them a heads up." "Sure." I immediately reached out to his assistant and requested a meeting on August's behalf. The reply came back almost instantly. There wasn't any space on Mr. Winslow's schedule today. I sighed and stared at the screen for another second, hoping another reply would magically appear. It didn't. I had spent all morning avoiding him, sending emails but this time I couldn't exactly text August this. It was urgent. I had to tell him in person. I walked toward his office. Stopped in front of the door. Reached for the handle. Then quickly pulled my hand back like it had burned me. I inhaled. Exhaled. Come on, Genesis. It was just a door. I'd walked through it hundreds of times before. Why did it suddenly feel impossible? I paced the door for another minute trying to gather cou