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110: The mistake that couldn't be undone
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The CEO's Unwanted Wife 120: Despair
Fiona POVToday I felt especially emotional, my hand resting constantly on my belly that no longer held life inside, the small curve still there like a cruel reminder of what had been growing and what I had lost forever. I sat on the edge of the bed in my old room at Mom’s house, surrounded by the familiar walls and childhood memories that usually comforted me, but today they felt distant, like they belonged to someone else’s life. The tiny baby booties I had bought months ago for the layette lay in my lap, soft and white with little blue stars embroidered on them. I ran my fingers over them slowly, tracing the delicate stitching, imagining tiny feet kicking inside, the baby wearing them home from the hospital, Sebastian smiling as he held our child for the first time. Tears came quiet but steady, rolling down my cheeks without sound. The pain was sharp and fresh, like the loss had happened yesterday instead of days ago. I knew the grief would ease one day, fade to something bear
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 119: Girls' plan
Third POVRoss and Helen stayed in the private room drinking and keeping company with Sebastian and Maverick while the two men talked about business now. The conversation had shifted to safer, more familiar ground after Charles’s dramatic exit, deals and markets filling the air with numbers, investments in London and New York, new opportunities in tech and real estate that made Sebastian’s voice steadier for a while, eyes sharper when he spoke about work. It was the one area where he still felt in control, where decisions had clear outcomes and no emotional mess to navigate. Maverick listened with real interest, asking thoughtful questions in his smooth British accent, contributing ideas that showed his sharp mind and years of experience in international finance. The women sipped their drinks quietly at first, smiling when expected, laughing at the right moments to keep the mood light and supportive, but their minds were busy with other, darker thoughts that simmered beneath the s
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 118: Maverick Hammond
Third POVAfter Charles left the private room, slamming the door behind him with finality that echoed in the sudden quiet, Helen started complaining almost immediately, voice whiny and annoyed as she slumped back in her armchair with a dramatic sigh. The atmosphere had shifted noticeably, the air still thick with lingering smoke and the sharp scent of alcohol, but the tension from Charles’s exit hung heavy like an uninvited guest that refused to leave. Helen rolled her eyes dramatically, crossing her arms over her chest, drink sloshing slightly in her glass.“Damn it, now who am I supposed to spend the night with?” she said, voice full of frustration and entitlement. “I don’t want to be alone while you two are fucking next door the whole time.”She had planned to seduce Charles all evening, get him drunk enough to take her home or at least have some fun right there in the bar. His rejection stung her pride. "God, what a fucking loser!"Ross laughed lightly, still clinging tightly to
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 117: Guilt
Third POVSebastian was sprawled on the leather sofa in the private room of the bar, drinking heavily and smoking weed, talking nonsense and doing silly things to fill the emptiness that had taken root inside him. "It is what it is, guys. Let's bring some fun here," he laughed while he was filling his glass with more Bourbon.The room was dimly lit with expensive lamps casting warm but artificial shadows on the dark wood paneling, empty bottles of premium whiskey scattered on the low glass table, an overflowing ashtray full of half-smoked joints, the air thick with sweet smoke and the sharp bite of alcohol that clung to everything. He laughed at his own stupid jokes, voice slurred and rough from the mix of drinks and smoke, making exaggerated gestures with his hands, telling stories that didn’t make much sense, trying desperately to drown the pain and guilt in noise, haze, and distraction.Ross was right beside him, wearing a tiny tight dress that clung to every curve of her body l
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 116: The friends who stayed
Fiona POVDays after the accident I finally got discharged from the hospital, but the doctors were clear that I needed complete rest at home for weeks. My body still ached everywhere, bruises dark and painful, cuts healing slowly under bandages, ribs tender with every breath. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the empty ache inside where our baby had been. I moved slowly, careful, feeling fragile in a way I never had before.Elijah drove me home in his car, the ride quiet and gentle. When we arrived at Mom’s house, he didn’t let me walk. He scooped me up carefully in his strong arms like I weighed nothing, carrying me bridal style through the front door while I rested my head on his shoulder, too tired to protest. Mia and Raina followed behind with my bags and flowers from the hospital, Raina chattering nonstop about random things, new movies, funny work stories, her latest design ideas, just to keep my mind distracted, to fill the silence with something light.Mom led
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 115: The silent mourning
Third POV Sebastian sat on the other side of the hospital room with his shoulders slumped and expression completely defeated, the hard plastic chair pulled close to the window where pale winter light filtered weakly through the half-closed blinds. Fiona lay in the bed, pale and fragile against the stark white sheets, monitors beeping softly in the background like a constant reminder of how close everything had come to ending. An IV drip ran steady into her arm, bruises dark on her skin, bandages on cuts. The room smelled of strong antiseptic and faint flowers from a bouquet a nurse had placed on the side table, but the air felt heavy, thick with grief, regret, and unspoken accusations that hung like smoke between them. Neither of them spoke for a long time, the silence stretching painful and loud, almost suffocating in its intensity. They could barely believe that just yesterday they had been having a warm family dinner with Grandma Corine, laughing around the table with full he
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