The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife
"Zyran, look at me. If you walk out that door with her, you can't come back," Roosevelt pleaded, her hand instinctively covering her stomach.
Zyran paused, his hand on the doorknob, while his childhood sweetheart wept softly against his chest. He didn't look back. "She needs me, Roosevelt. You are strong; you can take care of yourself."
The door clicked shut, sealing his decision. He didn't notice the blood trickling down Roosevelt's leg, nor did he hear her whisper,
Roosevelt had everything a woman could want: beauty, a great reputation as a top interior designer, and a marriage to Zyran, the city's coldest and most elusive billionaire. Though Zyran spoke little and showed hardly any affection, Roosevelt loved him quietly. She believed his hardness was a shield she could one day break through.
On the eve of their fourth anniversary, Roosevelt got the miracle she had hoped for: a positive pregnancy test. She dreamed of the moment his icy demeanor would warm into a smile, finally bringing their family together.
But before she could share the news, the ghost of Zyran’s past returned. A fragile, teary-eyed woman from his youth reappeared, seeking his protection and time. As Zyran’s attention shifted, Roosevelt slipped into the background of her own marriage. She thought she could bear the neglect until a life-changing accident forced Zyran to choose between his wife and his past.
He made his choice, and by the time the billionaire understood the weight of what he had lost, Roosevelt and the secret she carried was already gone.
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Chapter: Chapter 41ROOSEVELT’S POV"Mama, why are you squeezing my hand so tight?"I blinked and looked down at Lorna. We were walking along the stone path in Sempione Park. The Saturday morning sun was bright and warm, but my fingers felt cold."I'm sorry, sweet bug," I whispered, loosening my grip on her hand. "I am just a little nervous.""Why?" Lorna asked, her dark eyes looking up at me with curiosity. "Is the work man mean?""No, baby," I said quickly, forcing a smile. "He is not mean, he is just very important.""More important than me?" Lorna frowned and kicked a small pebble on the path."Nobody is more important than you," I promised, stopping to fix the collar of her dress. "Now, remember what we talked about. You have to be very polite, you say 'please' and 'thank you.'""I know, Mama," Lorna giggled. "I am always polite."I took a deep breath and looked up.Standing by the edge of the large, sparkling stone fountain, waiting for us, was Zyran.He wasn't in a fancy suit, he wasn't surrounded
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Chapter: Chapter 40ROOSEVELT’S POV"You haven't touched your wine, Roosevelt."I blinked, pulling my gaze from the flickering candle on the table. I looked across the white tablecloth at Mateo. He was smiling, looking quite handsome in his tailored suit, but his eyes were focused on me."I'm sorry, Mateo," I said, forcing a polite smile. "I’m just pacing myself, It has been a very long week.""You are a million miles away," Mateo chuckled softly, leaning forward. "Is it the new boss? King? He seems intense.""Zyran King is many things," I said, my voice tightening. "But I really don’t want to talk about him tonight.""That might be hard," Mateo murmured, taking a slow sip of his wine. He nodded toward the back of the luxurious restaurant. "Considering he has been staring at the back of my head for the last forty-five minutes."My blood turned to ice.I froze. "What?""Corner booth," Mateo said smoothly. "He hasn’t looked at his menu once."I slowly turned my head.Sitting alone at a private table in the
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Chapter: Chapter 39"Ms. Evans? Your two o'clock appointment is here.""Send him in, Bianca," I called out, not looking up from the blueprints spread across my desk."Right this way, sir," Bianca’s voice trembled slightly.I heard the footsteps enter my office. I picked up my pen and finally looked up."Good afternoon, Mr. Thompson. I am—"The words caught in my throat.The man standing in front of my desk looked like he had just stepped off the cover of an Italian Vogue magazine. He was tall, with perfectly styled wavy brown hair, striking hazel eyes, and a sharp navy suit that fit his athletic frame perfectly, he was undeniably handsome.He didn't sit down, he leaned his hands on the edge of my desk and gave me a charming smile."You are Roosevelt," he said. His voice had a smooth Italian tone. "I must admit, your portfolio is impressive, but it completely failed to show how stunning the architect is in person."I blinked, caught off guard by his boldness. I quickly recovered and forced a polite smile.
آخر تحديث: 2026-04-26
Chapter: Chapter 38I stood in the doorway, staring at the mountain of expensive boxes blocking my hallway.The black card in my hand felt like it was burning my skin. I will wait for you both."Rose?" Nixie’s nervous voice came from behind me.I turned my head. Nixie stood in the entryway, still holding the vase. Her eyes widened as she looked past my shoulder at all the gifts in the hallway."What is all this?" Nixie whispered, lowering the vase. "Did he send this?"Before I could answer, I heard little feet pattering quickly across the floor."Mama, who is at the door?" Lorna asked, walking up beside Nixie. She had a smudge of chocolate ice cream on her chin.Lorna peeked around my legs and looked into the hallway.Her eyes went wide that she dropped her plastic spoon."Whoa," Lorna breathed out.Her attention went straight to the custom-built wooden dollhouse. It was painted in the exact pink color she loved, with tiny, perfect windows and a real shingled roof. It was a masterpiece. It was a little g
آخر تحديث: 2026-04-25
Chapter: Chapter 37ROOSEVELT’S POVI didn't wait for the elevator, I pushed open the stairway doors and ran down all ten flights of stairs.My heels clicked against the floor. My chest was heaving, and my hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold my briefcase. The adrenaline that had kept me strong in Zyran’s office was fading fast.I burst out of the building and practically threw myself into the back of a taxi."Drive," I gasped to the driver, giving him my address. "Please hurry."During the whole ride home, I kept looking over my shoulder out the back window, expecting to see a fleet of cars following the cab. I thought Zyran’s men would try to run me off the road. But the street behind us was clear, he actually kept his word.The taxi screeched to a halt in front of my apartment building. I threw a crumpled bill at the driver and ran inside.I didn't wait for the old elevator, I sprinted up the three flights of stairs, i reached my door, hands trembling violently as I fumbled with my keys. Th
آخر تحديث: 2026-04-24
Chapter: Chapter 36ROOSEVELT’S POV"My men are bringing our daughter to the villa. It is time for us to go home."The words lingered in the air. Zyran stood by the doors, adjusting his cuffs, waiting for me to obey. He looked calm, like someone who has just won everything.Something inside me snapped.A hot, blinding rage exploded in my chest, burning away every ounce of fear I had left.I grabbed the folder off his desk. I didn’t just throw it. I hurled it directly at his chest with all my strength.The folder slammed against his jacket. The blueprints exploded into the air, scattering down around his shoes.Zyran flinched, his dark eyes widening in shock."Are you out of your mind?!" I screamed. My voice echoed against the walls of the suite. "You sent armed guards to a preschool? You sent strangers to grab a four-year-old child?"Zyran quickly stepped toward me, raising his hands to calm me down. "Roosevelt, lower your voice. I sent them to protect her. I knew you called Nixie. I knew you were going
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