Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 19

Effie suddenly remembered—last night, when Lyman came over for dinner, he’d taken her phone and changed his contact name from “Lyman” to “Husband.”

He’d insisted, with that air of absolute certainty, that since they were married now, there was no reason to keep using his name. “We’re husband and wife. Why keep it formal?” he’d said before snatching her phone and making the change himself, leaving her no room to object.

Now, seeing “Husband” flash across her screen, a rush of warmth spread through her chest. She bit her lip, feeling a smile tug at the corners of her mouth, and answered, her voice softer than she realized. “Hello? Is something up?”

Lyman’s low, magnetic voice rumbled on the other end. “Are you at the office? Don’t leave when work’s over—I’ll come pick you up. We’ll move together.”

He’d clearly been waiting for this day for a long time.

A blush crept up Effie’s cheeks. “Alright, I got it,” she replied, and quickly ended the call.

No sooner had she set her phone down than she looked up—only to meet Mitchell’s stormy gaze.

He stood there, face dark, eyes burning with anger and bitter sarcasm, as if he’d just uncovered some deep, shameful secret.

“Effie, don’t you think you owe me an explanation? Why did your caller ID say ‘Husband’?” Mitchell’s voice was cold, his tone unmistakably accusatory.

Effie frowned, annoyance flickering in her chest, though her face remained composed. “Mitchell, this is my personal business. I don’t see why I need to report it to you. Or do you make a habit of sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong?”

Suzan, sensing the tension, hesitated, then tried to ease the situation. “Mitchell, don’t be mad. I’m sure Effie just did that to get a rise out of you. There’s no way she got married so quickly.”

Mitchell’s anger visibly cooled—a flicker of hope returning to his eyes. Of course. Effie loved him. There was no way she’d marry someone else. She must be doing this just to provoke him.

“If this is your way of playing hard to get, Effie, then congratulations—you’ve succeeded. But don’t push your luck.” His tone was icy.

Effie’s reply was calm but edged with frost. “Mitchell, don’t flatter yourself. Who I marry is none of your business.”