Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing novel Chapter 96

The moment I walked out of the company building, I messaged my assistant: “Call a board meeting for next Monday. We’re reshuffling the entire management team!” Just as I sent that, Calvin’s message popped up on my other WhatsApp account.

“Miss Wright, can I go to your countryside villa tomorrow night?”

I started typing a refusal but quickly changed my mind. “Sure, I’ll send you the passcode shortly.”

Not even ten minutes later, my friend called, her voice nearly piercing my ear.

“Did Calvin get a new girlfriend? Did you two break up?”

Then she sent me a screenshot of Calvin’s Instagram. In the photo, Daisy had taken a picture of him typing, with the caption: “When he’s on your mind, you can’t help but capture every moment.”

I didn’t expect Calvin and Daisy to progress this quickly—within just two days, it seemed I’d been seamlessly replaced.

“We didn’t break up. He’s cheating,” I replied, hearing Ivy gasp on the other end. After a moment, she hesitated and spoke up. “Calvin invited us to a party at the villa tomorrow.”

“Isn’t that…your villa?”

Daisy thought she’d blocked me from seeing her posts, not realizing Ivy was not only my friend but also the only person who knew my real identity in this relationship.

“Well, since we’re invited, let’s join in.”

At noon the next day, with the sun at its peak, Ivy and I sat in my car, sipping cold drinks and watching the live feed from the villa’s security cameras. Calvin and his friends were all waiting outside, sweating but too nervous to complain in front of him.

“Mr. Taylor, please open the door. It’s so hot, I think I’m getting heatstroke.”

“Miss Wright? Are you busy?”

After having my fill of amusement, I finally typed six random digits and sent them to him.

“Thank you, Miss Wright!” I could hear Calvin’s voice again through the live feed, now laced with satisfaction and excitement.

“What’s the rush? It’s not like you’re not allowed in,” he said, clearly enjoying the praise showered on him by the overheated crowd. For the first time, he was experiencing the life of a rich man, surrounded by admiration.

Watching him bask in this moment, he felt like a stranger to me, as though the refined gentleman he used to be was just a façade, and this was his true nature.

Then, a mechanical voice from the gate broke the moment: “Incorrect passcode.” Both Calvin and his friends froze in shock, caught entirely off guard.