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Chapter Sixty-Two
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The Billionaire’s Rejected Wife Chapter Eighty Eight
Three Months Later The late morning sun bathed the winding countryside road in golden light as Aaron drove their sleek black SUV along the private lane lined with ancient oak trees. Elara sat in the passenger seat, cradling their three-month-old son, Axel Reid Blackwood, against her chest. The baby was bundled in a soft blue blanket, his tiny fist curled around one of Elara’s fingers as he slept peacefully. At nine months pregnant with their first child, Elara had been radiant; now, as a new mother, her plus-sized body carried the beautiful evidence of motherhood—fuller curves, softer rolls, and a quiet strength that made Aaron fall in love with her all over again every single day. “Where are we going?” Elara asked for the fifth time, laughing softly. Her free hand rested on Aaron’s thigh, squeezing gently. “You’ve been mysterious all morning—” Aaron chuckled, covering her hand with his. “Patience, my love. You’ll see soon enough. It’s a surprise.” He glanced over at her, his dar
The Billionaire’s Rejected Wife Chapter Eighty Seven
Two Months Later The sunlit garden of the mansion had been transformed into a beautiful, intimate baby shower. Maya and Zara had taken charge of most of the planning, roping Aaron in for the final touches. The three of them had spent secret evenings in the study finalizing details — soft pastel balloons, a table laden with Elara’s favorite snacks (spicy mango pickles prominently featured), and games that celebrated the surprise they had all agreed to keep: the baby’s gender. “We’re not finding out,” Aaron had said firmly during their last planning session. “Elara wants it to be a surprise for everyone. We’ve waited this long… what’s a few more weeks?” Maya and Zara had exchanged knowing smiles. “Romantic as always,” Zara teased. Now, the garden buzzed with warmth. Aaron’s grandfather Edward sat proudly in a cushioned chair, cane resting beside him. Elara’s father Thomas stood nearby, looking emotional as he chatted with Aaron’s executive assistant Daniel and a handful of close
The Billionaire’s Rejected Wife Chapter Eighty Six
Seven months Later (this chapter contains mature content and is not for readers lower than 18) Aaron Blackwood was hiding. ⸻ Again. ⸻ Unfortunately, this time it wasn’t from reporters. Or lawyers. Or board members. ⸻ It was from his pregnant wife. ⸻ Which was significantly more terrifying. ⸻ Daniel found him in his home office. ⸻ The door locked. The blinds closed. The lights off. ⸻ Daniel stared. ⸻ “Aaron.” ⸻ Aaron looked up from behind his desk. ⸻ “Go away.” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Daniel sighed. ⸻ “Your wife has been looking for you.” ⸻ Aaron immediately looked alarmed. ⸻ “Did she seem calm?” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Aaron closed his eyes. ⸻ “That’s what I was afraid of.” ⸻ Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose. ⸻ “You own a company.” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “You’re feared by executives worldwide.” ⸻ “Correct.” ⸻ “And you’re hiding from a pregnant woman.” ⸻ Aaron looked offended. ⸻ “Clearly you’ve never met a pr
The Billionaire’s Rejected Wife Chapter Eighty Five
The reception was everything Aaron and Elara had wanted. Small. Elegant. Personal. ⸻ No reporters. No flashing cameras. No gossip columns. ⸻ Just family. Friends. And the people who had stood beside them through the hardest years of their lives. ⸻ The reception hall overlooked the Italian coastline. Thousands of tiny lights twinkled overhead. Music drifted softly through the evening air. ⸻ For the first time all day— everyone seemed relaxed. ⸻ Even Aaron. ⸻ Though Elara suspected that had less to do with the wedding and more to do with the fact that nobody could interrupt him with business calls. ⸻ The newlyweds sat together at the head table. Aaron’s hand resting possessively over hers. ⸻ Not because he was worried she’d disappear. ⸻ Because he simply liked touching her. ⸻ Elara had noticed that lately. ⸻ She secretly loved it. ⸻ A glass clinked. ⸻ Everyone turned. ⸻ Edward stood slowly. ⸻ “Oh no,” Aaron
The Billionaire’s Rejected Wife Chapter Eighty Four
One Month Later The morning of the wedding arrived warm and clear. No reporters. No photographers. No headlines. No media coverage. ⸻ Exactly as they wanted. ⸻ The ceremony was being held in the gardens of a rented estate in Italy. A place that felt like home. ⸻ Rows of white flowers lined the stone pathway. Soft music drifted through the air. Family and close friends filled the small gathering. ⸻ Only the people who mattered. ⸻ Nothing else. ⸻ Aaron stood beneath the flower-covered arch at the front of the garden. Waiting. ⸻ He looked calm. At least from a distance. ⸻ Up close— he was anything but. ⸻ His grandfather Edward stood beside him. Trying and failing to hide his amusement. ⸻ “You look nervous.” ⸻ Aaron adjusted his cufflinks. ⸻ “I’m not nervous.” ⸻ Edward snorted. ⸻ “You’ve checked your watch six times in three minutes.” ⸻ Aaron frowned. ⸻ “I like knowing the time.” ⸻ “Of course.” ⸻
The Billionaire’s Rejected Wife Chapter Eighty Three
Elara couldn’t stop looking at the ring. ⸻ Not because it was expensive. Not because it was beautiful. Though it was. ⸻ Because this time— it meant something entirely different. ⸻ The first ring had come with expectations. Obligations. Pressure. ⸻ This one came with a choice. ⸻ Aaron noticed her staring at it for the fifth time during breakfast. ⸻ “You know, most people eventually stop looking at it.” ⸻ Elara glanced up. ⸻ “It’s been twelve hours.” ⸻ Aaron considered that. ⸻ “Fair.” ⸻ She smiled and took another sip of coffee. ⸻ The villa’s terrace overlooked the ocean. Sunlight danced across the water. Palm trees swayed in the breeze. ⸻ Paradise. ⸻ And somehow— the best part wasn’t the island. ⸻ It was the man sitting across from her. ⸻ Aaron looked considerably more relaxed than when they arrived. ⸻ Less guarded. ⸻ Lighter. ⸻ Like he’d finally put down a burden he’d been carrying for years.
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Elena didn’t like losing control. And right now— She could feel it slipping. ⸻ The livestream replayed again on her screen. Elara’s calm. Her precision. That single line— “Then they’re afraid
The Billionaire’s Rejected Wife Chapter Twenty-Nine
Control wasn’t loud. It didn’t beg for attention. It waited. Then it struck—precisely. ⸻ Elara sat at the dining table, a notebook open in front of her. Not decorative. Not symbolic. Function
The Billionaire’s Rejected Wife Chapter Twenty-Eight
Morning didn’t bring relief. It brought consequences. ⸻ Aaron hadn’t slept. Not really. He’d gone through the motions—closed his eyes, laid still—but his mind refused to quiet. Every time he drifted— He s
The Billionaire’s Rejected Wife Chapter Twenty-Seven
Silence didn’t follow the argument. It lingered. Heavy. Unforgiving. ⸻ The house felt different. Like something had been broken—not loudly, not dramatically—but in a way that couldn’t be undone.
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