Sleeping With the Wrong Man: Uncle vs. Nephew novel Chapter 2

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After the fever subsided, Liana’s body was still weak, but her mind had never been clearer.

She checked out of the room herself, cutting the ridiculous vacation short.

She then headed toward a quiet private villa district that sat halfway up the mountain.

The car glided smoothly through the gates and stopped in front of a three-story, cream- colored villa. This was her marital home with Logan.

When she opened the door, the white roses she had arranged the day before their trip still stood in the foyer. Their petals had begun to curl at the edges, drained of moisture.

The living room held a soft wool carpet, carefully chosen art pieces, and a fully stocked open- concept kitchen. Every corner bore her effort-her attempt to turn this house into a sanctuary.

Three years ago, Logan, the youngest but least valued son of the Young family, had broken away to start his own business. He was determined to prove his worth.

Pride ran through his veins, but so did naivety.

Liana stayed by his side from the very beginning, when all he had was a tiny office. She witnessed his bursts of ambition, and she also watched reality crush him time and again.

To protect his fragile pride, she leveraged her connections, disguising herself as “mysterious investors” and “angel clients”, pulling his company back from the brink of collapse again and again.

This villa was the first thing he bought after securing a one-million-dollar investment. He had held her hand, eyes shining. “Lia, this is our home now.”

Back then, she had been foolishly moved, believing he was finally beginning to accept her.

But now, looking back, she realized the light in his eyes had probably meant something else entirely. It was likely that he had felt one step closer to being “worthy” of Olivia.

She had served only as a convenient lever on his climb-a tool he was now ready to abandon the moment he secured his footing at the summit.

Standing in this villa built on lies, Liana felt only disgust. She had no intention of keeping it, but she certainly wasn’t about to let Logan and Olivia enjoy it for free.

She went straight to the master bedroom on the second floor-a room Logan had never once entered since their marriage. Opening her encrypted laptop, she bypassed multiple firewalls and logged into a private email account.

The screen lit up, displaying a cool blue background with only a single, stark black letter-W.

At the top of her inbox sat an urgent email received two days ago. The request was simple. A

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wealthy client wanted to sue his daughter-in-law for adultery, fight for custody of his grandson, and force her out of the marriage with nothing.

Liana raised an eyebrow.

Any divorce lawyer could handle such a case. Why had it landed on her desk?

Everyone in the industry knew W never took on petty domestic disputes like this one.

But then her eyes fell on the attorney’s fee. It was an astonishing sum.

The sender had made one thing clear-money didn’t matter, as long as he won.

Over the past three years, Liana had poured nearly all her earnings into keeping Logan’s company afloat.

Now, her liquid funds were pitifully small. With the divorce looming, she needed money to secure her future.

Her fingers tapped across the keyboard. She replied with just three words.

“I’ll take it.”

After sending the email, she closed her inbox and opened a blank document.

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Property division, compensation for emotional damages, and every cent she had “loaned” to Logan’s company over the past three years under various pretexts, principal and interest included, must be fully recovered, without leaving a single penny behind.

Half an hour later, a freshly printed divorce agreement slowly slid out of the printer.

Liana picked it up, preparing to head downstairs.

Just then, the sound of an engine shutting off, followed by a car door slamming, echoed

outside.

They were back.

Liana paused at the second-floor landing and looked down.

Sure enough, Logan was carefully supporting Olivia as they entered the foyer, holding her as if she were a rare, fragile treasure-one that might shatter at the slightest touch.

Their eyes met.

Logan froze for a moment when he saw Liana, but his expression quickly darkened. Displeasure and anger flickered across his gaze.

Liana had actually checked out early and returned home without telling him. He swallowed his irritation, steadied Olivia, and spoke in a commanding tone.

“Lia is still weak. She hasn’t fully recovered since the accident. The doctor says she needs rest. Starting today, she’ll be staying here.”

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His gaze swept over Liana as if everything he said was perfectly reasonable. “I’ll handle leave with the company. For now, you’ll stay home and look after Lia.”

After all, she was nothing more than a junior attorney in his company’s legal department, assigned to tedious grunt work like sorting documents every day.

Whether she was there or not made no real difference.

Having her stay home to take care of Olivia would at least make her “useful”.

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Liana’s gaze shifted past him, landing on Olivia, who looked pale and pitiful. She remembered clearly-Olivia’s stumble on the rocks by the shore had knocked her off balance, sending her right foot wedges between jagged stones.

What a damsel-in-distress act.

A cold laugh rose in Liana’s chest. Her expression was unreadable. She lifted the A4 papers in her hand and, with a swift motion, scattered them across the floor at Logan and Olivia’s feet.

“Sign it.”

Logan lowered his head. The moment he saw the words “Divorce Agreement” in bold on the first page, his pupils constricted.

A scalding wave of challenged pride instantly crested, roaring through his mind.

“Liana, have you had enough?”

He bent down, picked up one of the sheets, and without even glancing at the contents, crumpled it into a ball and hurled it to the floor.

“I told you, this ends here!

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