Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 356

The next morning, Emmy was in her study, fingers flying across the keyboard as she worked on her code. James had already left for work, the house quiet except for the soft hum of her computer.

In the living room, Ollie sat cross-legged on the plush rug, completely absorbed in a picture book. He really was an easy kid—give him something to read and he’d vanish into his own world for hours.

Just then, Danny showed up with a stack of documents. Ollie, needing the bathroom, hopped up and disappeared down the hall.

Danny slipped into the study, setting the folder carefully on Emmy’s desk. “Ms. Lincoln, here are the documents you asked for.”

Emmy didn’t look up. “Thanks,” she said, her tone distracted.

Danny backed out, pulling the door shut behind him. He stood in the quiet hallway, glancing around the empty living room. His hands were clenched so tight his palms were sweating.

He hesitated, then, after a long moment, tiptoed over and pushed open the master bedroom door.

Ollie came out of the bathroom at the worst possible time—just in time to see Danny slipping out of the bedroom, looking like he’d been caught red-handed.

Ollie tilted his head, his voice bright and clear. “Mister, why did you go into Emmy’s room?”

All the color drained from Danny’s face. He looked like he might faint.

Right then, the study door opened. Emmy stepped out, her brows knit together as she took in Danny’s pale face.

Danny seemed to shrink, his guilt written all over him. His voice shook as he spoke. “Ms. Lincoln, you... you should just fire me.”

Emmy’s eyes flicked from Danny to Ollie, who was watching with wide-eyed curiosity. “Ollie, why don’t you play by yourself for a bit? I need to talk to Mr. Miller about some work stuff.”

She turned back to Danny, her voice calm, almost flat. “Come with me to the study.”

The moment the door closed behind them, Danny broke down.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Lincoln.”

Emmy sat down, her face unreadable. “You owe me an explanation.”

Emmy just watched, silent and still, until finally she spoke. “That’s enough.”

Danny froze.

“Hurting yourself isn’t going to change what you did.” She tapped her fingers on the desk, her voice slow and steady. “Did you ever wonder why I always asked you, and only you, to carry my laptop?”

Danny’s head snapped up, shock and confusion all over his face. His mind went blank. Did she know? Had she always known?

Emmy’s gaze turned sharp. “Has your father been released yet?”

That question shattered what little strength Danny had left. He dropped to his knees, voice breaking. “Ms. Lincoln, I’m sorry! I know you’ll never trust me again, but my dad raised me by himself. He’s spent his whole life working hard and now he’s in prison. I can’t just leave him there.”

Emmy’s frown deepened, a hint of impatience creeping into her voice. “Get up.”

But Danny just shook his head. “Ms. Lincoln, I deserve whatever happens. Even if you send me to jail, I won’t complain. But I can’t leave my dad to die in prison, not after everything he’s done for me…”