Marriage Lies and a Dangerous Obsession novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

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Back in Tecnovia, when Chloe was Arthur’s attending physician, she knew all too well what a handful this young heir from a powerful European family could be.

Chloe took her phone back. “Mr. Logan, have you booked a hotel yet?”

Arthur’s deep brown eyes lingered on Chloe. “I want to stay at your place.”

Chloe’s expression turned cold and she played her ace. “Arthur, that’s way out of line.”

Arthur was the sixth grandson in his family, infamous for his unpredictability and his obsession with good looks. That’s why everyone in their circle gave him the nickname “Arthur.”

But he absolutely loathed that name. Anyone brave–or foolish–enough to call him that was just asking for trouble.

If he didn’t need Chloe’s help with his insomnia, calling him that would’ve been the last thing she did–she wouldn’t have lived to see tomorrow morning.

Besides,

The tension between her and Ian was so suffocating, even a mosquito wouldn’t survive under their roof.

If she really brought Mr. Logan home…

As soon as Arthur heard Chloe call him by that nickname, he instantly gave in. “…Alright, I’ll just stay at a hotel, then.”

Chloe let it go at that and took Arthur to check in at the hotel.

Arthur leaned in close to Chloe. “Hey, Chloe, I got a sports car shipped in advance–after dinner, why don’t you take me for a spin around Kingsford?”

Chloe grinned. “Sounds good.”

‘Honestly,‘ Chloe thought, ‘I’d much rather hang out with my VIP patient than go home and deal with lan— things are so tense there, even a mosquito couldn’t survive.‘

While Chloe was waiting for Arthur in the hotel lobby, she bumped into Andrea Sherman.

Andrea glanced around to make sure no one was watching and then dropped her mask. “You keep talking about getting a divorce, but every chance you get, you’re out here flaunting your romance. Playing both sides like that? Sorry, Chloe, that’s just something I could never pull off”

Chloe shot her a look of pure disdain. “Andrea, I told you to bring your kid to the press conference and make it official. You were just too chicken to actually go through with it!”

Chloe actually had another trick up her sleeve, but Andrea wasn’t naive enough to take the bait.

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Chloe nailed her right in the weak spot, and Andrea’s face instantly turned grim.

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Chloe had messaged her ahead of time, telling her to bring her kid to the press conference and come clean about their relationship.

Chloe had no idea, but Andrea knew the truth–her son wasn’t lan’s at all.

If she’d really taken that risk,

if lan or those old geezers from the Hamilton family lost their tempers, she’d end up worse off than she did six years ago.

Andrea was fuming inside, jealousy gnawing at her.

But on the outside, she just pretended not to care at all. “Labels don’t matter to me. As long as Ian’s heart belongs to me, that’s enough.”

Arthur had slipped up behind Chloe without her even noticing.

He stuck his head in and jabbed, “Chloe, since this lady’s so open–minded about being the other woman, why not wish her whole family ends up as side chicks to the end of time?”

Andrea’s face twisted–there simply weren’t words for how humiliated she looked.

She checked Arthur out without giving anything away–he was drop–dead handsome in that effortlessly international way, dripping in designer labels, and carried himself with an arrogant, untamed energy.

Andrea kept perfectly still, not daring to so much as twitch.

She smoothly masked her feelings and said to Chloe and Arthur, “Sorry to bother you both.”

After Andrea left, Chloe turned to Arthur. “So, how much did you overhear?”

Arthur pulled a face like he was truly traumatized. “Chloe, seriously, who was that monster? She’s such a total eyesore–hurry up and take me somewhere I can cleanse my poor eyes.”

Chloe: “…”

It was just before eight o’clock at one of Kingsford’s upscale restaurants.

Chloe had the waiter take away Arthur’s wine. “Mr. Logan, your persistent insomnia hasn’t been kicked yet. No alcohol until you’re fully cured.”

Arthur slumped in his seat and muttered, “Seriously, you’re even more of a nag than my mom.”

Chloe’s lips twitched, but she just ignored him.

Dinner for two set them back over $20,000.

Chloe didn’t even bat an eye–she just swiped Ian’s supplementary card without a second thought.

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As they stepped out of the restaurant, Arthur pointed at a modded, two–tone supercar parked by the curb.

Chloe reached out for the keys. “You don’t even know what kind of chaos the Kingsford streets are–you better let me drive.”

Arthur leaned back with a dramatic flourish. “Chloe, this is a race–modified monster we’re talking about!”

Chloe took the keys from Arthur, hopped into the driver’s seat, fastened her seatbelt like she’d done it a million times, and started up the car.

She said calmly, “I was already racing when I was five. Even won trophies in the Junior World Rally Championship. In college, I spent some time as an amateur racer for a club. With me at the wheel, you’ve seriously got nothing to worry about.”

Back then, Chloe was the type who could light up a whole room just by showing up–impossible to ignore, full of energy and raw charisma.

For lan, Chloe thought, ‘I bent over backwards to become exactly what he wanted–never once questioning if that was really me.

I bit my tongue, hid every sharp edge, and tried my best to be his perfect, devoted wife, she told herself. ‘I gave everything, just hoping–maybe foolishly–to finally break through those walls he kept so tightly shut

around his heart.

In the end, she was totally wrecked–inside and out. There wasn’t even a scrap of her that hadn’t been torn

apart.

She got cornered with absolutely nowhere to go.

She finally got wise.

She’s never going to fall for anyone again.

When Arthur heard Chloe used to race, his eyes lit up. “I wanna get into a racing club–can you hook me up?”

Chloe just grinned, “Easy,” and floored it–the car took off like a rocket.

Chloe had just pulled away with Arthur when Andrea stepped out from behind the column at the restaurant

entrance.

Andrea spotted Ian’s car pulling up from a distance and broke into a jog to meet him.

The window slowly rolled down, and lan asked, “Where’s my wife?”

Andrea glanced around, lowered her voice, and said, “lan, your wife just went off with another guy. I’ve got two photos I want to share with you–can I get in the car and show you?”

Ian nodded, and Andrea climbed in.

She rushed to explain, “I’m really sorry, Ian. Just because you were buying a toy for Clint, the media almost turned it into something else. I swear, if this wasn’t urgent, I never would’ve called and asked to meet you like

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this.”

As she spoke, Andrea privately sent lan the photos she’d secretly snapped of Chloe and Arthur other

She also forwarded him screenshots of Chloe’s WhatsApp messages, where Chloe told her to bring her kid to the press conference and make it official.

Ian read through everything Andrea sent, his expression totally blank. Without even realizing in, he fagforen his grip on his phone.

He asked Andrea, “So, what exactly are you getting at by showing me this?

Andrea put on her best innocent look, sounding genuinely shocked.

She said, “Ian, your wife tried to push me into going to the press conference and spilling the truth–that you and Clint are father and son. No way would I ever go along with something like that

Andrea went on, “Your wife told me right to my face–since neither of you is leaving, you might as well each play your own game. Honestly, I thought she was just venting.”

Andrea snuck a look at Ian, watching his face for any change.

Then, mustering up her nerve, she added, “I never thought I’d actually catch your wife locking lips with that guy in the elevator tonight.”

Andrea adopted a sympathy–soaked tone, her words laced with a hint of suggestion. Tan, you treat your wife like a queen–always putting up with everything, loving her no matter what. Honestly? I just think you’re wasting your devotion on someone who doesn’t appreciate it.”

Ian’s face clouded over, his reply ironclad. “There’s no way you saw it right.”

‘Chloe loves me,‘ Ian assured himself. ‘Even if we argue, she’d never cross that line and do something so wild

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It was nearly three–thirty in the morning by the time Chloe dragged herself home.

Dead tired and barely keeping her eyes open, she pushed open the front door–only to find lan standing there in the dim entryway, dressed in dark pajamas, his face as cold and unreadable as stone.