Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 288

**TITLE: Beseeched 288**
**Chapter 288 The Wrong Headline**

“Northville Business Networking Gala. Mysterious CEO Arrives with Wife.”

What?

Dawn felt as though the very air had been knocked from her lungs. She stood frozen in disbelief, her heart racing as the words on the screen blurred before her eyes.

The next image flashed, capturing a moment that felt like a cruel twist of fate—Dawn and Jonathan entering the grand ballroom together, their laughter echoing in the air. Anna’s voice broke through the haze of confusion, sharp and incredulous. “What nonsense are they writing? That’s not your husband! What the—”

Anna turned, her words trailing off as she finally registered the shock etched across Dawn’s pale features.

“Dawn.”

Anna’s hand clasped Dawn’s, her warmth contrasting with the chill that had settled in Dawn’s bones. The lighthearted tone vanished, replaced by a deep concern. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” Dawn’s thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, each one more tangled than the last. She felt an urgent need to move, to act. “Anna, I need to go. I’ll come by another day.”

She had to find Jonathan. She needed answers, and the gnawing suspicion in her gut told her that something was terribly wrong.

A man like Jonathan didn’t just end up in the news by chance. If it was published, it had to be approved by a PR team, and that realization sent a fresh wave of panic coursing through her veins.

Anna watched her rush toward the door, worry etched on her face. “Hey, if you need anything, just call me, okay? I’ll keep my phone on.”

“Okay.”

Dawn responded almost reflexively, her mind already racing back to Seabrook, her heart pounding with each step she took.

At precisely 6:00 p.m., Jonathan entered the house, his timing impeccable as always.

“Stop right there.”

Dawn’s voice cut through the air as he turned, about to ascend the stairs again. “Jonathan, I need to ask you something.”

He paused, his tall frame casting a long shadow in the dim light, then slowly pivoted to face her.

“Say it.”

Two simple words, yet they hung heavily in the air between them. No matter who stood before him, his expression remained impassive, a mask of calm that only served to deepen Dawn’s distress. Her heart sank as she took a breath, the chill in the room becoming palpable. “I saw the news. Are you not going to explain yourself?”

Jonathan stood there, a statue of silence, the tension escalating like a storm brewing on the horizon. The air around him seemed to thicken, warning her to tread carefully.

Seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity as the pressure in the room intensified. He moved toward her with deliberate slowness, stopping mere inches from her.

“What do you want to hear?”

His words were laced with layers of meaning, each one cutting deeper than the last.

You’ve seen everything. What more could I possibly say? If you’re looking for an explanation, I’ll give you whatever you want. But do I even owe you one?

Regardless of his true intentions, each implication burned through Dawn like a searing flame. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, and it took every ounce of her willpower to steady herself enough to respond. “Why would you do that?” she managed, her voice trembling as she fought to maintain her composure. “I’m married!”

And married to someone he was all too familiar with.

“The photo doesn’t show your face,” Jonathan replied, his tone flat as a sheet of ice. “You could pretend it was someone else.”

Dawn felt a surge of anger bubbling inside her, almost making her laugh in disbelief. “Where did you learn that? You think pretending makes it real?”

True, her face wasn’t visible in the photograph.

But anyone who knew them would recognize her instantly.

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