From Deadbeat To Doting; Something Is Wrong With My Husband!-Chapter 53: Early Periods Are The Worst!

Thank you Lara12, darling. I really appreciate the constant support and your gifts. I’m giving you shout-out for being amazing!

And I’m giving Sourthernburn another shout-out! For every gift, a special shout-out.

Seriously, girl, you’re A.M.A.Z.I.N.G!

And thank you, thank you, so much. I really appreciate the efforts and gifts.

...

Now, watching his wife continuously, and quite successfully, slurp her tea specifically to grate on his nerves, Lucian decided he was done!

Closing his laptop with a petty snap, he excused himself.

Though he didn’t get far.

He had barely stepped into the expansive living room when he came to a dead halt. Standing in the center of the room, looking entirely too comfortable amidst the minimalist decor, was a man.

The stranger was tall, lean, and possessed an unnoticeable professional intensity.

He looked slightly in the same age range as Lucian, and he carried himself with the kind of effortless confidence that usually belonged to people who didn’t have to ask for permission.

Upon the sight, Lucian’s entire aura shifted. He stepped into the man’s line of sight, arriving like a sudden darkening presence in the bright room.

His tone immediately dropped dangerously low. "Who are you? And how exactly did you get past my security?"

Even though Lucian looked intimidating, the man remained calm as he opened his mouth to offer an explanation. "Oh, hello, sir. I’m Leo. Here for—"

"Rochelle’s Leo?"

The sound of Brianna’s voice came from behind Lucian. Having just stepped out of she dining room, Brianna hung her bag over her shoulder, completely ignoring the lethal energy emitting from her husband.

She walked right past Lucian as if he were a piece of furniture and stopped in front of the stranger. "Are you the one Rochelle sent?"

The man—Leo—nodded, politely though still very cautious. He pointedly avoided Lucian’s predatory gaze, sensing that making eye contact with the master of the house right now might be a health hazard.

Lucian’s head turned slowly, his eyes burning as they fixed on the side of Brianna’s face. The nonchalance he had been faking all morning was dead.

"Wife," Lucian’s voice dropped to a chilling authoritative level.

"What is his business in my house?"

However, Brianna found that deeply insulting, so she didn’t bother look at him. She pretended to adjust the strap of her bag, fixing her eyes on Leo’s attractive mature face.

And entirely refusing to acknowledge that Lucian had spoken. Checking her watch She gestured towards the door. "We are going to be late, Leo. Let us get going."

Leo nodded, though glancing between the husband and wife, before making his way out.

By the time they arrived at Brianna’s favourite coffee shop, she sat, crossed leg across the table as she waited for Leo to bring her coffee.

She just couldn’t function with her morning goodness!

Though the atmosphere in the coffee shop was an obvious contrast to the suffocating tension of the villa. She sent a quick follow-up text to Rochelle to see how she was doing.

"Here you go, Doctor Colburn." Leo dropped the coffee cup in front of Brianna.

After taking a sip, she gestured he sat across the small table. He was calm, observant, and didn’t seem rattled by the fact that he had almost been incinerated by her husband’s gaze twenty minutes ago.

Stirring her drink, "We never actually did a formal interview. Tell me, why do you think you are good enough?"

Leo narrowed his eyes for a second. "I am honoured to be given the opportunity to work with the magnificent Doctor Colburn. In fact, this would boost my CV. But... I am also aware this is temporary. I would just do my best in conveniently assisting you."

Brianna finally stopped stirring her drink. "Hmm. Rochelle was a convenience because she thinks like me—she gets things sorted before I even have to mention them. Can you do that though?"

"I can do anything you want, Mrs. Colburn. As long as it has to do with work."

At the mention of work, Brianna’s mind immediately went to the constant abusive flowers from Senior Mrs Colburn and Keenan and thought of letting Leo handle it.

"Okay, then. The only thing I desperately want you to get rid off right now is the flowers sent to my office everyday."

"Is there anything wrong with the flowers?"

"Let’s just say I am allergic to pretentious snakes. Can you get that sorted out?"

"Consider it handled," Leo said simply. He stood up, carrying her bag and coffee, while waiting patiently.

"Get down to the company," Brianna instructed, taking the cup. "I’ll meet you there."

...

When Brianna walked through the glass doors of the entertainment building twenty minutes later, she hadn’t expected to find Leo waiting in the lobby, perhaps still figuring out how to stop the flowers.

Instead, he was standing by the VIP elevator, looking as if he’d worked there for years. He didn’t say a word as she approached; he simply held out a silver key.

"What’s this?" Brianna asked, pausing.

"The key to your new office," Leo replied, his tone even. "The previous one was too accessible. I’ve had your things moved to the private wing on the upper floor. That way, there will be no more disturbances—from the pretentious snakes, or anyone else."

Brianna looked at the key, then at Leo. For the first time in a week, she felt a sense of genuine relief. He had already created a fortress for her.

"Impressive," she murmured, taking the key.

"It’s what you asked for," Leo said, pressing the elevator button for her. "Privacy."

...

In her new office, Brianna swiveled in her high-backed leather chair, a genuine smile tugging at her lips as she took in the panoramic view of the city. For the first time, she felt like the Goddess the public adored, rather than a pawn in the Colburn household.

Knock. Knock.

Swiveling back, Brianna quickly arranged her hair. "Come in."

The door pushed open, and Lewis’s head was seen first, "Mr. Lewis," Brianna said, her eyebrows rising in surprise. "Please, come in."

Lewis entered, followed by a silent assistant. As he sat opposite her, Brianna searched his face for the disappointment she’d expected after her recent absence.

Instead, he looked at her with an expression that bordered on precious—like he was looking at a rare diamond he was afraid to lose.

He seemed to get lost in the sight of her for a moment, letting his eyes linger on her soft features until his assistant cleared his throat.

Blinking, Lewis straightened his tie.

"Do you like the new office, Doctor Colburn?" he asked.

"Very much, thank you."

"You deserve it," Lewis’s voice immediately softened. "You are the most hardworking host we have. In fact..." He leaned forward. "I was thinking you should have fewer hours this week. You don’t have to come in three times. You’ve been working so hard, perhaps some rest is in order?"

Brianna gave a half smile. "I’m perfectly fine, Mr. Lewis. I actually prefer the distraction of work."

Before he could insist further, the door opened again, revealing Leo who was checking his watch. "Mrs. Colburn, you have two hours until the shoot begins. Would you mind getting ready now?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

It was a clear dismissal. Lewis and his assistant stood up, offering curt smiles as they excused themselves. "We’ll leave you to settle properly in, Doctor."

Brianna watched the two men leaving. "Leo, give me ten minutes to tighten up. I’ll meet you in the dressing room."

Left alone for a moment, Brianna’s phone buzzed on the desk. She glanced at the Caller ID.

Thomas Lynde.

[Mrs. Colburn, the President would like you to accompany him to a dinner with an old friend tonight at 8 PM. A car will be sent to the company. You’ll have your dress and necessities already prepared.]

Brianna’s grip on the phone tightened as a wave of irritation washed over her.

If he wanted them to meet an old friend, why hadn’t he been the one to text?

Was he still upset about the tea war and the sugar lid this morning, so he used Thomas as a buffer?

She rolled her eyes, already typing over her screen. [Tell your President that if he wants to invite his wife to dinner, he can message me himself. I don’t take appointments from assistants.]

She tossed the phone onto the desk, leaning back to catch her breath. But as she did, a sharp, cramping discomfort bloomed in her lower abdomen. It wasn’t the usual dull ache, it was sudden and cold.

She looked down at her white skirt.

A small dark stain of blood was blooming against the fabric. Her heart skipped a beat. But it wasn’t even that time of the month.

"Ugh," she whispered, her hand going to her stomach as the room seemed to tilt slightly.

Early periods are the worst!