My Husband Wants An Open Marriage (Julie and Ryan)
Open Billionaire 60

CHAPTER 060: It's Best You Leave ~~Luke

The universe must truly hate me.

I mean, it's the only explanation why every time I try to do something right, something that makes met happy, it comes with problems like an estranged husband who doesn't understand boundaries. A man like Ryan

He stands frozen in the doorway, his gaze fixed on Julie like she's the only person in the room.

Julie taps my arm, bringing me back to life. I pull myself together and step back to grab my pants, fumbling to get them on. Suddenly I feel like a teenager caught in his girlfriend's bedroom by her father. Meanwhile, Julie has left the dresser. She's staring at Ryan with an icy glare.

"Was I unclear," she says, "when I told you you're no longer welcome in this house?"

I watch her walk toward him, the silk nightgown clinging to her in ways that leave nothing to the imagination. The bottom half of the gown is folded and still hanging askew around her waist.

Reflexively, I reach forward, tugging the fabric down so she isn't flashing Ryan anything. My y eyes settle on the liquid flowing down her inner thigh, the evidence of our lovemaking, and I wish Ryan could see it too. At the back of my mind, I know I'm being possessive. This man has seen Julie naked a thousand times. But she's mine now. I don't want him to see one inch more than he deserves.

* Ryan's eyes follow my hand. It seems to snap him out of his trance, and he takes a step into the room, a

dangerous gleam in his eyes

"You," he says, pointing a finger at me. "How dare you come into my home and put your hands on my wife?

I know I shouldn't interfere in this fight. It's Julie's fight, and from experience, I know she's more than capable of handling Ryan. But I'm beyond irritated with this man's persistent shamelessness.

"I think it's best you leave," I say.

"Oh?" He lets out a short, mocking laugh, stepping up until we're nose-to-nose, his breath hot and fast against my face. "You think you can just walk in here, chase me out of my own house?"

Julie forces her way into our middle, her back pressing against my chest as she faces Ryan head-on. Leave, Ryan. And the next time I see you here, I'll be calling the police."

The sharpness in her tone cuts through some of Ryan's bravado, and his shoulders slump. He's looking at her now, just her.

*Jules... come on, I know you're not thinking straight," he whispers, his hands coming up to reach for her, falling just shy of touching. This... this man has brainwashed you into thinking you should be with him, just because we're going through a rough time=" "Really?" I say, wondering how much lower he can get.

"Jules," Ryan goes on. "I'll put everything behind us. We can start over, just you and me. I'm sorry." His

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voice cracks. "I'm so, so sorry." He leans forward, his head dropping against her chest. His shoulders shake as he sobs.

Julie looks back at me, looking as stunned as I feel. Her hand hovers over his head, hesitating. Then she lowers it. She digs her fingers into his hair, and for a split second, I think she might actually be considering it.

But then she says, "Ryan, get out of my house."

"I'm not going anywhere without you," he says.

"I said get your fucking self out of my house."

He reels back. "Oh, that's it? One little 'get out, and I'm supposed to just give up, like you mean nothing to me?" He turns to me. "What have you done to my wife?

Oh, come on.

I try to keep my temper in check, even though every fiber of my being wants to shove him out of here myself. "You've done enough damage, Ryan. Any decent human being would know the right thing to do. Which, in this case, is to use the door." I'm not going anywhere," he says. "I dare you to kick me out."

He might just get what he's asking for. All those anger management lessons are beginning to look useless right now. The only thing holding me back is the fact that I own a company. I can just picture the PR Director saying: You should have known better than to get into a fight with a CEO whose company is on the verge of bankruptcy.

Thankfully, I don't need to do anything because Julie's already on the move. She grabs Ryan's arm and begins to lead him to the door.

"Julie, come on," Ryan says.

She doesn't respond, just keeps pushing him out the door and down the stairs. The funny thing is, he's not pushing back, just going with the current. Which is a good thing. It means whatever this is, it can end in peace.

"Julie," Ryan says again. "I know you still love me. We can fix this. I'm your husband."

Not a single word from her. She keeps her hands firm on his arm, maneuvering him down the staircase. I follow them from behind.

Ryan's feet stumble over themselves as he's pushed down one step after another.

His eyes are on me now, as if I'm the reason for all of this, as if I hold the key to his suffering. And you know what? Maybe I do. I'm reveling in every second, watching him stumble.

Finally, he wrenches himself free from Julie.

"Fine," he says. "You want a divorce? You'll get it. But I make sure you suffer. I'll make you beg for it."

Julie laughs. "Do whatever you like, Ryan. As long as it's after you get the hell out of my house."

"You both will pay," he says. "You've started a war with me."

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Julie doesn't flinch. "You think you can win a war against me? Well, game on, Ryan."

He opens his mouth, but she's done with the theatrics. She grabs his arm one last time, practically dragging him forward and shoving him toward the front door. She yanks it open, gesturing for him to go

out.