Contract Marriage: Married to My Ex-Husband's Alpha Stepfather [BL] Chapter 65: And Home… My Home, Love

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Yaroslav paused.

Like a man who had just seen his most cherished dream co true.

He was real.

He was here.

Katya.

His husband was alive and well.

"My beautiful husband," Yaroslav breathed softly, like a man lost in ti. Like a man who had nothing to worry about.

He had missed him. So much so that he almost went insane. And seeing him here made Yaroslav let out a sigh of relief. The entire room seems to disappear even as angry eyes et him.

But Yaroslav knew he deserved it all.

He had cheated.

He was still cheating.

But he would explain later.

He would make Katya understand why he did it. He would simplify it for him, even as he looked like the prettiest man in the room.

Katya looked like the man who triggered wars within an empire, and Yaroslav? He was the proud husband of the oga.

The husband of Katya.

"I... I looked for you everywhere," Yaroslav said, because honestly, one needed that to be believable.

He needed himself to believe it. After all, he refused to say that he had been focused more on finding his father than his oga, because he knew Katya was mad at him. That he had been giving Katya space.

But what was space when he alone didn’t even know where Katy had been all this ti?

"My baby," Yaroslav said as he headed to him like the entire conference room had just disappeared. Like his father staring at him like he was already dead was not terrifying Yaroslav.

But surely his father had to understand.

This was Katya.

This was his husband.

This was the love of his life.

Katya sat in the Moskowsky group chairman’s seat. Imasurable power, power that could bend economies. But if he was being honest, Yaroslav didn’t care about the power.

He didn’t care that his oga was the most powerful man in the room.

All he cared about was the fact that Katya had co back.

And maybe...

Just maybe...

Maybe he was surprised at the sitting positions. The fact that his father was sitting on Kata’s right-hand side was sothing else altogether. However, Yaroslav figured he had co late, so he took the only empty seat in the room.

The seat on Katya’s left.

A seat that ensured that the father and son were facing each other.

Still, Yaroslav didn’t think too much of it. He was just glad to be in the sa room as Katya again. Oh, how he had missed the oga so much.

"Hey, honey," Yaroslav greeted, before he kissed Katya’s hair, gently like he was trying not to spook him. Like his very stench was not a turnoff in the room. But that didn’t matter.

Not anymore.

Yaroslav took his seat like everything was normal, like Thai was just another amount that wasn’t about to end in a few minutes or hours. Like this was just another day.

And his eyes...

They stayed with Katya.

anwhile, the board mbers had gone dead silent, terrified of the possibilities that could happen in this room. Perhaps because the father and son were back in the sa room.

Sergei looked nothing like pleased.

He was slowly growling in warning. Maybe because his son had arrived late. It was the only possible justification.

Because no one other than Anya and the Moskowsky secretaries knew what the tension was.

That the barbarian didn’t give a shit about the eting, but about Katya.

They had seen how the barbarian almost snapped the pen in his hands when Yaroslav called Katya honey. Or a beautiful husband. Or worse, when Yaroslav kissed Katya’s hair.

They saw it all, and they understood that sothing was going to change in the room.

Anya was already planning contingencies, because the father and the son being in the sa room was never a problem. At least on any normal day.

But today was no normal day, was it?

Everyone had to be ready, even if there were chances they would fail.

Rahim and Volkov, the key secretaries, were already getting ready for a blood bath.

They had been beside Sergei the entire week. In the ti that Yaroslav was gone, and frankly, they almost leaned into the fact that the barbarian loved that his son was away, even if just for a while.

Because Sergei...

He wanted Katya for himself.

He needed Katya for himself.

And Yaroslav?

He didn’t even notice the shift in the room. How breaths were suddenly controlled. How Anya was careful. How everyone was terrified.

He simply assud it was because he was slly.

But there was no point in apologizing for that.

It wasn’t his wish to be like this today. So, Yaroslav turned to the one person who interested him the most.

"You look beautiful as always," he said casually to Katya, like his stench didn’t slowly turn the boardroom into a dumpster.

Perhaps it was the only perk of being the owner’s son.

But was Sergei really the owner this ti?

And when Katya turned to look at Yaroslav, the beta could swear the world beca brighter. That life was once again worth living.

He felt like this was the best of things.

Yet for Katya...

Yaroslav being here was worse.

It was his greatest punishnt.

Because Katya could still see him and Milan. He could still see Milan bouncing on Yaroslav’s cock in the middle of their living room. He could still hear the mockery and the jokes about Katya being childless.

He could still see the smirk that was on Yaroslav’s face back then. How he had laughed at Katya, how he had not even tried to stop Milan from their sexcapades. How Yaroslav had pretended like Katya didn’t exist.

Worse...

His miscarriage.

Yaroslav’s violent entry into his hospital room on the day that he’d lost his child because of the sa man.

Katya felt it all co rushing back.

His hands that had been on the table, suddenly pulled back and fell on his lap. His eyes, which had been dry, started welling up.

His scent... It grew bitter involuntarily.

Katya was losign his traction.

He was trying to stay composed and was failing spectacularly.

Sergei saw it all.

The changes in the oga.

The bitter scent.

The clenched tiny fists under the table.

How Katya was trying so hard to ow him, all composed.

But Sergei...

He felt a kind of rage that no one had prepared him for. And he was ready. To destroy his son. To remind him what would happen.

Sergei growled slowly still.

Yet Yaroslav was still oblivious. He simply assud his father was just annoyed that he should co to work slling like shit.

Then Sergei’s chair scraped the floor montarily.

And the real panic set in.

The secretaries. Anya.

One look at Sergei, and Katya slled trouble.

And that call ca back to him.

"I love him," he had heard.

Sothing Katya still believed was manipulation.

But staring between father and his oblivious son, Katya decided to test a theory.

ONE that would end up with him probably dead.

But he had to try.

So, when he saw Sergei trying to lift himself from his seat...

Katya...

Angry, used, terrified Katya...

Touched Sergei’s lap from under the table.

And good heavens, Sergei had never frozen that fast.

But Katya didn’t even focus on that.

He turned to his ex-husband instead.

"Good morning, Mr. Gamov. I see you joined us finally," Katya greeted passively.