Marriage Lies and a Dangerous Obsession novel Chapter 82

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Chloe was cradled in lan’s arms, her whole body numb, like her soul had drifted far away.

She struggled to lift the comers of her lip, but for what felt like ages, no words would come out.

From now on, she wasn’t lan’s childhood sweetheart, wasn’t his wife, wasn’t his lover… she was just Mrs. Hamilton. That was all the’d ever be.

She had to listen, act like the grown–up one, be understanding, be forgiving

She couldn’t let herself cry, couldn’t even think about throwing a fit.

She had to maintain Ian’s reputation, and on top of that, she had to endure the presence of Andrea and her

son

From now on, she was just a shield for Ian’s pride, nothing more than a veil to cover up the scandal.

TII run you a bath, Ian said.

Ian’s voice pulled Chloe back from her wandering thoughts.

He led her into the bathroom, and after her shower, she let him blow–dry her hair and carry her to bed. passive and quiet.

At least tonight, he just held me as we slept, Chloe thought, ‘not asking for anything else.

In the pitch–dark room, Chloe lay awake, her eyes wide open as she stared into the emptiness.

No one wakes up to reality without pain, Chloe thought to herself.

And at that moment, she finally understood.

The cost of growing up was letting go of who I used to be–completely, Chloe realized.

Chloe hardly slept at all that night, and as dawn was barely breaking, she was already out of bed.

Her mom was transferred to the general ward last night, so Chloe had to head over to the hospital first thing in the morning.

Chloe felt a sudden tug at her waist and turned around.

Ian, still drowsy from sleep, slipped his arm naturally around her waist. “Why don’t you stay in bed a little longer?” his voice was low and relaxed.

Chloe gave lan a brief glance before getting out of bed.

Standing at the double vanity, their gazes locked in the mirror, tension silently crackling between them.

Ian offered Chloe a toothbrush, already prepped with toothpaste.

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Chloe paused, then took it from him, her face completely expressionless.

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After three years of marriage, Chloe couldn’t even remember how many times fan had put toothpaste on her brush or handed her a face towel.

Maybe it was all those little everyday gestures that had made her lose herself, drawing her in deeper and deeper until she was completely caught up in this marriage.

Chloe lingered in the bathroom, taking her time before finally stepping out.

lan wrapped his arm around her shoulders, his voice gentle. “Your mom’s awake. You can go see her whenever you’re ready.”

As soon as she heard that her mom was finally awake, a hint of life returned to Chloe’s weary face.

lan said, “Professor Sutton’s flying back to Tecnovia today. I’m going to see him off and thank him. You’ve always had great taste–could you pick out a suit for me?”

Chloe simply froze, making no move.

It was like Ian was sending her a message–reminding her that Professor Sutton had rushed to the hospital for her mom in the middle of the night, and it was all thanks to his influence.

Without so much as a flicker of emotion, Chloe coolly drew her hand back and turned to head for the dressing room.

Ian’s closet was filled exclusively with tailored suits in dark shades, matched with shirts in muted tones, and when winter came around, he’d layer up with long, formal overcoats.

When they’d just gotten married, Chloe was always complaining that all his shirts were either black or white. She tried to change up his style, buying him shirts in all sorts of colors.

She’d tried everything–pouting, feeling wronged, picking small fights–just to get him to wear the shirts she’d carefully picked for him.

But in the end, lan didn’t wear a single one.

And now, after three years of seeing him in nothing but the same monochrome suits, Chloe had gotten completely used to it.

Looking back at how hard she’d tried for lan, Chloe felt a quiet regret–none of it was ever really worth it.

Chloe passed the suit over to Jan, her face blank, just going through the motions.

Ian didn’t even bother turning away–he changed right there in front of her, completely at ease, as if Chloe wasn’t even really there,

Chloe turned to leave the dressing room, but lan caught her around the waist, stopping her in her tracks.

As she started to walk away, Ian slipped his arm tightly around her waist, refusing to let her go.

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lan locked eyes with her, his voice low. I’m heading out now.”

Chloe looked up, and their gazes met.

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Chloe planted her hands firmly on lan’s chest and tried to shove him away. “This is your house–1 don’t care when you come or go, you don’t have to announce anything to me.” she said, her voice flat.

The more Chloe struggled, the tighter Ian’s grip got. “Chloe, you were the one who chose to come back,” he said quietly, a hint of frustration in his tone. “If I have to remind you of that every time, then what’s the point of any of this?”

Chloe froze, her hands falling away from Ian, all resistance draining out of her.

From the very first day she married Ian, Chloe had always been that clingy wife—always asking for a kiss before he left for work, and then demanding another when he came home at night.

But in the end, she was always the one reaching out first.

Chloe met lan’s eyes, her face drained of color. “Ian, seriously, there’s no need for all this. If you want to be with Andrea, just go. I won’t make a fuss.”

Ian’s gaze was intense and conflicted, fixed on Chloe, emotions flickering in his eyes.

He said in a low, steady voice, “Chloe, Andrea is Andrea, and you are you. Do you really need me to make it any clearer?”

Chloe lowered her eyes, and Ian’s breath came heavier as he pulled her close, locking her in his arms with a possessive, almost domineering grip.

One arm clamped firmly around her waist, while his other hand pressed at the back of her head, refusing to let her draw back even an inch.

His kiss crashed down on her–wild and unrestrained, tender yet savage, a reckless hunger that left no room for refusal, as if he was trying to melt her into himself.

Just then, Cora knocked at the door, and Ian reluctantly released Chloe, his touch lingering as if he never wanted to let go.

His chest was heaving, breath all over the place, barely able to steady himself after what just happened.

Chloe pushed herself away from lan, slumping against the closet door, gasping for air.

Her damp eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, delicate eyes lowered, the picture of someone completely falling apart–a beautiful mess.

Ian looked down at her, clearly satisfied from their kiss, and then moved closer, casually fixing up her tangled hair and straightening the neckline of her barely–there pajamas.

Chloe kept her head drooped, stubbornly silent.

Ian stepped in and pulled her into his arms. “Eat something first, then go check in on Mom at the hospital. I’ll

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pick you up later and bring you home for dinner.”

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After lan finally let go and left, Chloe lingered in the dressing room alone for a long time, just sitting there in silence, feeling empty inside, and only came out once she’d managed to compose herself.

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