The Billionaire's Mistake

Chapter 56

MISTAKE 56

Chapter 56: Signing Event

I saw a man put his hand on my wife's back, and I was jealous and wanted to know who he was," Daniel corrected with a straight face, and she was at a loss for words.

"Jealous?" she asked incredulously. It was as though someone had said that the ancient Egyptians disappeared because Cleopatra's undies were thrown into Osiris' temple. "Why not? I am human," he answered.

"This document, wherever you got it, will have to pass through my lawyer, so there is nothing

to bother about," she dismissed him.

"Keep scrolling," he instructs her, and she continues after a moment of hesitation. She saw pictures of Stanley meeting with her lawyer. She already knew what this was the moment she saw it. But she could not bring herself to believe it. "What is this?"

"The author of Autumn's Snow is called Autumn Hanson. She is your lawyer, Mr. Hanson's uncle," he explained, and she started finding it hard to breathe..

"Why?" she asked.

"You are about to sign a deal tomorrow; should I hide it from you?" he asked.

"I mean, why are you helping me? You even said this is part of the reason you are marrying me?" she asked, her voice barely leaving her throat.

concerning your art with your lawyer, Mr. Hanson's law firm. You

me? You have not helped me all this while; why start now? Why did

him.

eyes hardening as he looked into hers. Anya was somewhat disappointed. He felt responsible for her. His pride was pricked when someone plotted against her while she was married to him. She was not sure what she was expecting him to say. Did she think

the author of Autumn Snow?" she asked Daniel,

doesn't make any difference,"

"Why?" she asked.

one that commissioned the author of Autumn Snow

he paid someone to make me a muse?" She

don't trust you, but I need to see that document with my own eyes," she said

curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as Anya stood before her mirror, her hands trembling slightly as she applied the finishing

in her memory as she

and promises intertwining in a tangled mess of uncertainty and a slight whiff of frustration. A part of her wondered if Daniel was just too paranoid. But her fear gnawed at her insides like a cluster of worms; Daniel never

all will be well. If the document they give her bears any resemblance to the one Daniel had taken out last night, all of it would

her in the living room, a tray of breakfast spread out on the table

voice unusually soft. His gentle gaze raked over her,

took a seat opposite him at the table. "Good morning, Daniel," she replied, her voice low and anxious. She still didn't know how to deal with Daniel who brought her food. In all her years married to him, he had never willingly done anything for her. Seeing him waiting for her

for us," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "I thought we could eat together

down at the food, her appetite evaporating in the face of her mounting anxiety. "That's... thoughtful of you, Daniel," she

in silence, Daniel noticed she was finding it hard to swallow. Anya

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