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The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife Chapter 37
Chapter 37The cottage smelled faintly of salt and lavender, the air drifting in through open windows. Lyra sat on the worn steps at the front, a shawl wrapped loosely around her shoulders. Ella stood behind her, smoothing out the fabric as though the gesture itself could erase years of mistrust.“Do you regret it?” Ella asked quietly, lowering herself onto the step beside her.Lyra tilted her head, watching the horizon where the sea shifted in gentle silver waves. “Which part? The years of silence, or the nights I dreamt you were a ghost?”Ella’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Both.”Lyra leaned back against the wooden railing, the wind teasing her hair. “Regret is pointless. We lived what we lived. The only choice now is whether we let it rot us further, or… try to start again.”“Not as sisters,” Ella reminded her gently.“No,” Lyra agreed, a faint smile curving her mouth. “Not that. But as something else. A truce, perhaps.”The silence that followed was not hostile, only tentative
The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife Chapter 36
Chapter 36The morning crept in slow, gray, and unforgiving. Bruce sat at his dining table, untouched coffee cooling in front of him. His head throbbed with the weight of another sleepless night, and the silence of the house felt heavier than stone.A knock startled him. It was firm, deliberate, not the tentative tap of staff or delivery. Bruce pushed back his chair, irritation already rising. Few dared to come unannounced anymore.When he opened the door, the sight stopped him cold.Mr. and Mrs. Hansley. Lyra’s parents. Ella’s parents.They stood on the porch as though they belonged there, their posture straight, their expressions carved with the cool confidence of people who had weathered storms and decided they would never again bow to them.“Bruce,” Mr. Hansley said evenly. His gray eyes scanned him with the sharpness of judgment. “We need to speak.”Bruce hesitated before stepping aside. “Come in.”They entered with measured grace, the faint scent of perfume and polished leather
The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife Chapter 35
Chapter 35The city was awash with a golden haze that evening, the last glow of the sun stretching long shadows across the streets. Bruce drove without purpose, his grip tight on the wheel, his face set in a mask of restless fury. He had left another meeting in shambles, his temper snapping at colleagues who had dared to ask questions about contracts he could no longer defend. Their polite silence had cut deeper than any direct challenge, feeding the voice in his mind that told him everyone had turned against him.He did not plan to stop at Lyra’s house. He told himself he was only driving by, circling the streets as he often did when his mind refused to rest. But when he caught the faint sound of laughter drifting through an open gate, he slowed.The sound was like a blade.Laughter. His children’s laughter.Bruce parked on the curb, his breath ragged, his pulse heavy in his throat. He stepped out slowly, his shoes crunching against the gravel. The house stood proud, every line of it
The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife Chapter 34
Chapter 34The city never forgave a scandal, and Bruce Ford’s explosion at the dinner table had traveled faster than the dessert trays that night. Guests who had once raised their glasses to him now whispered with the careful delight of those watching a man of power stumble. The name Bruce Ford, once a weight of respect, carried with it a new echo: instability.By morning, the office carried the stain of the evening. Conversations hushed when Bruce walked by. Staff looked down at their desks, pencils suddenly fascinating, folders suddenly urgent. Even silence felt louder, as though every employee had joined the same unspoken pact: watch him crumble, but do not get caught in the rubble.Ariel kept her eyes on her notepad, her pen scratching quick notes, but her thoughts were sharper than the ink allowed. She had been loyal to Bruce, fiercely so, for years. She had covered for him in meetings, intercepted calls when he was in no state to speak, even crafted explanations that softened hi
The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife Chapter 33
Chapter 33The restaurant was all polished marble and quiet wealth, its chandeliers casting golden light that softened every corner. Waiters in crisp uniforms moved silently between tables, pouring wine, laying plates with the kind of elegance that made every gesture part of the performance. Lyra had chosen the place with care. It was neutral ground, yet public enough to matter. A dinner here, with Bruce at the head of the table, would whisper reassurance into the ears of anyone watching: the Ford family was steady, united, untouchable.At least, that was what she intended.She arrived early with the children, guiding them through the wide double doors with the poise of a woman accustomed to being seen. Their small hands clung to hers, their eyes wide at the gleam of chandeliers and the soft music drifting from the piano near the bar. Lyra bent to murmur something that drew faint smiles, then ushered them toward the table reserved in the center of the hall. A perfect vantage point. Ev
The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife Chapter 32
Chapter 32Ariel had always prided herself on precision. She knew where every file was stored, every letter categorized, every appointment accounted for. But now, her order took on a different shape.The records she began keeping were not part of her usual tasks. They were separate, hidden in a plain folder tucked deep inside her desk drawer. Notes written in her careful hand, timestamps marking when Bruce’s phone chimed, when his mood shifted, when Lyra’s name slipped back into the conversation without ever being spoken aloud.She did not know what end this record would serve, only that it mattered. To see the truth written plainly, to show someone, anyone, that the unraveling around Bruce was not chance but design.The days passed in jagged rhythm. Bruce’s temper sharpened, his patience thinned. The children learned to move quietly in his presence, laughter muted, footsteps light. Ariel filled the space he left behind, smoothing edges, guiding them gently toward routine, protecting
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