Love from My Dominant Boss novel Chapter 547

Chapter 547 Departure

“Anna, why are you sitting alone in the living room?” Josephine’s voice roused me from the depths of my grief. With a start, I rearranged my features into a smile and turned to look at her.

“Michael has had a long day,” I explained lightly. “I came down to let him have the room to himself.” “Well, so have you!” Josephine exclaimed indignantly as she took my hand.

“You deserve a good night’s rest just as much as he does.”

Her concern warmed my heart. I smiled up at her gratefully. As my mind had been occupied with Michael’s deception for over two days, the overwhelming wave of sadness was not that easily dispelled.

“Mom,” I asked tentatively after a long silence. “Do you think Michael and I will have a long and happy marriage?”

I never had cause to suspect that before. At the same time, I have never felt as lost as I did.

“Why do you ask such a question all of a sudden?” Josephine regarded me with surprise.

“It’s nothing,” I mumbled, deciding against divulging my troubles. “Just curious for your opinion.”

“You two have been together for a long time,” Josephine said firmly as she stroked my hand. “The hurdles you have overcome together would have destroyed other couples. After finally being together in the same house, I’m sure the two of you will never be unhappy again.”

I knew that Josephine only said that for our sake. I would have been very happy to hear her say that back then because it reaffirmed my assertion that our marriage was indestructible.

I’m not so sure anymore.

“Having lived with Dad for so many years, have you ever found out about any lies he might have told?”

“Does conning me into marrying him count?” she joked. “Apart from that, your father-in-law has never hidden anything from me. Though I wasn’t very fond of him when I married him, he has been a good husband to me over the years. I am very content with what I have. Most women spend an entire lifetime searching for precisely this.”

Despite her usual austerity, Josephine’s face seemed to shine with happiness at the mention of Lincoln.

I felt a little envious. How rare it is to witness such a strong foundation of respect and mutual trust in a marriage spanning several decades. I once thought that Michael would never lie to me. Sadly, how things have changed.

What would you do if you found out Dad lied to you about something? Would you be angry?”

I did not know how to face Michael when he woke up. I was in desperate need of guidance.

“Deception is also a form of love,” Josephine replied sagely. “When you find out that your spouse has lied to you, the first thing to do is to figure out how to mend the trust.”

Her beady eyes were fixed on me. “Did something happen between you and Michael, Anna? Did you fight?”

Taken aback by my mother-in-law’s shrewdness, I hurriedly denied it.

“No, we didn’t fight.”

It was true. Our earlier exchange could hardly be constituted as a quarrel. When he arrived home earlier that day, the conversation between us was nothing but civil. One might argue that my depression was self-induced.