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113: After the storm
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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
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 114: The loss that broke her
Fiona POVWhen I woke up, the first thing I saw was the plain white ceiling of a hospital room, harsh fluorescent lights buzzing softly above me. Everything felt wrong before I even opened my eyes fully. My body was heavy, aching in places I couldn’t immediately name, an IV line tugging at my arm, monitors beeping steady but distant in the background. The smell of antiseptic hit me sharp and cold, mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood. I blinked slowly, trying to focus, memories flooding back in fragmented, terrifying pieces—the heavy snow falling, the sudden violent impact from the side, metal screaming, glass shattering, the world spinning upside down in a blur of white and dark. The flipping car, the crushing sounds, the fear for the baby overwhelming everything.A nurse noticed I was awake and came over quickly, her face kind but careful, professional compassion in her eyes.“You’re in the hospital,” she said gently, adjusting the blanket over me. “You were in a serious
The CEO's Unwanted Wife 113: After the storm
Third POVOn the morning after Christmas Eve, Sebastian was getting dressed to head home as the snow had finally stopped falling and the day outside looked beautiful and bright with clear blue skies. Sunlight poured through the windows of Ross’s apartment, reflecting off the fresh white blanket covering the city below, making everything sparkle like a perfect holiday postcard. The roads were being cleared steadily, plows rumbling in the distance with orange lights flashing, salt trucks spreading grit, and he knew he could drive safely now without risk. He pulled on his shirt and pants from the night before, movements slow as the weight of everything that had happened pressed heavily on him. Guilt sat like lead in his chest, mixed with confusion and a strange, unsettling sense of relief that the crisis with Ross had passed without worse consequences.Ross watched him from the bed, sheet pulled up loosely around her naked body, eyes soft but unmistakably possessive, a small smile pl
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