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10: Let the battle begin!
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2025-10-31 04:04:30
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The CEO's Unwanted Wife Epilogue
The late afternoon sun bathed the elegant garden venue in a warm, golden light, filtering through the leaves of ancient oak trees and casting soft patterns across the white aisle runner. White and blush roses intertwined with delicate greenery along the wooden arch at the end of the path, creating a romantic backdrop that felt both timeless and deeply personal. Fiona stood at the beginning of the aisle, her heart fluttering with a mixture of nerves and overwhelming joy. Her wedding dress was a vision of understated elegance, a flowing A-line gown in soft ivory silk with subtle lace details across the bodice and sleeves that caught the light with every movement. Her hair was styled in loose waves, adorned with small pearl pins that had once belonged to her mother.At her side, three-year-old Colin and Edward bounced with excitement, their tiny tuxedos looking impossibly adorable on their energetic frames. The twins clutched small wicker baskets filled with pink and white rose petals,
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 235: Love That Heal
Third POVA full year had slipped by behind the cold concrete walls of the state penitentiary, each day blending into the next with a rigid routine that forced Sebastian Blackwood to confront parts of himself he had long avoided. Life inside was harsh but strangely clarifying. The clang of metal doors, the constant hum of voices, and the limited freedoms shaped a new reality for him. Every week without fail, he sat at a small metal desk in the common area and wrote letters to Irene. At first, they were short and hesitant, simple notes asking how she was doing and offering awkward apologies that never quite captured the depth of his regret. Over time, however, the words began to flow more freely. He described the monotonous days: early mornings in the prison yard, the library hours where he read everything from philosophy to self-help books, and the small circle of unlikely friends he had made among the other inmates. Some were men serving time for white-collar crimes, others carri
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 234: Life Goes On
Third POVThe months slipped by quietly, weaving themselves into a new rhythm that felt both familiar and refreshingly balanced. Fiona Blackwood’s life had settled into a steady, satisfying groove she could never have imagined during the chaotic years that came before. As CEO of Empowear, she arrived at the sleek headquarters most mornings with a clear mind and a sense of purpose that energized her. Board meetings, design reviews, and strategy sessions filled her days, but she had learned to delegate effectively and protect her time with the same fierce determination her mother had shown before her. The company continued to thrive under her leadership, with new sustainable collections receiving glowing reviews and strong sales figures that made her proud.Evenings belonged first to her twins. Colin and Edward, now energetic toddlers with matching mischievous grins, kept her on her toes with their endless curiosity and sudden bursts of laughter. She cherished the chaotic bedtime rou
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 233: The Right Thing
Third POVThe ICU room was bathed in soft, clinical light, the steady rhythm of machines creating a mechanical lullaby that filled the space with both hope and dread. Sebastian Blackwood stood just outside the glass partition, his tall frame motionless as he watched Irene lie motionless in the hospital bed. Tubes and wires connected her to monitors that tracked every heartbeat, every breath. Bandages covered parts of her arms and torso, and her face, though peaceful in unconsciousness, still bore faint traces of soot and healing bruises from the explosion. He knew this scene was his punishment, a living hell he had created with his own hands. The woman he loved more than anything was fighting for her life because of his choices, and there was nothing he could do but stand there, powerless, bearing witness to the consequences.He had barely left the hospital since the night of the explosion. Days blurred together in a haze of guilt and quiet desperation. The sterile smell of antisept
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 232: The Tragedy
Third POVThe afternoon traffic in Manhattan moved at its usual frustrating crawl, but Amber Morton barely noticed. She had promised herself she would check on Irene again today, bringing a fresh batch of her favorite herbal tea and some magazines to help distract her friend from the emotional wreckage of the past week. The model had been worried since their last long conversation. Irene was trying to appear stronger, but the betrayal still cut deep, and Amber knew how dangerous it was to let someone sit alone with that kind of pain for too long.As her taxi turned onto Irene’s street, Amber’s heart suddenly lurched. Thick black smoke poured from the upper floors of the elegant pre-war building where her friend lived. Flames licked visibly from what looked like Irene’s apartment windows. People on the sidewalk were already pointing and shouting, some recording with their phones while others backed away in panic. Without thinking, Amber shoved a handful of bills at the driver and bol
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 331: As in Dominoes
Third POVThe days following Irene’s abrupt return from the Maldives blurred into a haze of quiet grief and cautious rebuilding. She spent most of her time inside her Upper East Side apartment, surrounded by the familiar comforts she had once taken for granted: soft throw blankets, half-read novels stacked on the coffee table, and the faint scent of her favorite lavender candle. Amber had been a constant presence, bringing takeout meals, forcing her to shower when she forgot, and simply sitting with her in silence when words felt too heavy. Slowly, very slowly, Irene began to feel a fragile sense of stability returning. The raw shock had dulled into a persistent ache, but at least she could breathe without every inhale feeling like broken glass in her lungs.On the afternoon of the fifth day back, Irene sat curled on her couch with a cup of chamomile tea cooling in her hands. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting gentle patterns across the hardwood floor. She stared
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 135: Midnight in the sacred pool
Fiona POVLying inside my tent with Lucas, the lantern turned low and the sleeping bags zipped together, his mouth found mine again in the dark. His kisses were warm, familiar, patient. His hands moved slowly over my waist, sliding under the thin fabric of my tank top, fingertips brushing skin st
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-03-29The CEO's Unwanted Wife 136: After the fall
Fiona POVAfter we came, the water still moved around us in slow, lazy circles, the waterfall roaring softly in the background like it hadn’t noticed what we just did. My body felt loose and heavy at the same time, skin tingling from the cold and the heat we had created together. I floated for a
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-03-29The CEO's Unwanted Wife 133: Jealousy in the jungle
Fiona POVThe next morning I packed my small backpack with essentials, sunscreen, a light jacket, water bottle, phone charger, and a small notebook I had started using to jot down random thoughts. Mom stood in the doorway of my room watching me zip it closed, arms crossed, a soft smile on her face.
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-03-29The CEO's Unwanted Wife 138: The hotel room surrender
Fiona POVAs soon as I stepped into the hotel room, Maverick looked me up and down with raw, unfiltered desire. His eyes darkened the second the door clicked shut behind me. The room was dimly lit, only the bedside lamps glowed warm gold, casting long shadows across the white sheets, the wooden
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