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210: Walking on the eggshells

Author: Meminger
last update publish date: 2026-03-17 23:14:47

Third POV

The city lights streaked past the windows of Sebastian's black SUV as he guided the vehicle through the quieter streets leading back to his estate.

The evening had been unexpectedly warm, the kind of late-summer night that made the air feel soft and forgiving. Irene sat in the passenger seat, one elbow resting on the door, her fingers absently tracing the seam of the leather upholstery.

She had been quiet since they left Fiona's house, but it was a thoughtful silence rather than a h
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  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    214: Steady

    Fiona POVThe morning had slipped away in a gentle haze of feedings, diaper changes, and stolen moments of quiet wonder.By late afternoon the twins had settled into one of those rare, perfect naps where their breathing synchronized and their tiny fists stayed curled near their cheeks. Maverick and I stood in the nursery doorway for a long time, watching them sleep, our arms around each other’s waists. The house felt full in a way it never had before, not just with people but with possibility. The soft glow from the nightlight painted their faces in warm gold, and every small rise and fall of their chests felt like a miracle we were allowed to witness.Later, when the sun had dipped low and painted the kitchen in warm orange light, we decided to make dinner together. Nothing fancy. Just the two of us moving around the familiar space like we had done a hundred times before the twins arrived, only now every motion carried new meaning. Maverick pulled ingredients from the refrigerator

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    213: Like Mommy and Daddy

    Fiona POVSunlight slipped through the half-open curtains in soft golden ribbons, painting warm stripes across the bed. I woke slowly, the way you do when your body knows it's safe and there's no rush to face the day. The first thing I felt was Maverick's lips brushing my cheek, light and deliberate, trailing across my temple, along my jaw, down to the corner of my mouth. Each kiss was gentle, unhurried, like he was savoring the simple fact that he could do this again, that I was here and letting him.I smiled before I even opened my eyes, reaching up to cup his face. My fingers found the familiar scratch of stubble, the warmth of his skin. "Morning," I murmured, voice still thick with sleep."Morning," he whispered back, pressing another kiss to my eyelid, then my nose, then my lips. "You looked too peaceful to wake up. But I couldn't help myself."I laughed softly, pulling him closer until our bodies aligned under the covers. His arm slid around my waist, hand splaying across the s

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    212: Deep and Dangerous

    Third POVThe hotel suite felt like a private world suspended above the city. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering skyline, but the heavy drapes were drawn now, shutting out the lights and the noise until only the soft glow of bedside lamps remained. The room smelled faintly of Irene's jasmine perfume and the crisp linen of fresh sheets. Champagne flutes stood half-empty on the nightstand, bubbles still rising lazily in the golden liquid. The ring on Irene's finger caught the light every time she moved, a quiet sparkle that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat.Sebastian had barely closed the door behind them before Irene turned to him, her hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. The proposal still hung between them like a promise made in moonlight, fragile and bright. She looked up at him with eyes that shone, wide and unguarded, the kind of look that made something inside him ache in the best way."I can't believe you did that," she whisp

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    211: No Escape

    The hotel room was quiet in a way that felt almost unreal after everything that had happened that night. The chaos of the house, the flashing lights, the questions from the police, all of it seemed distant now, like something from a different world. Here, there was only soft lighting, clean sheets, and the faint sound of the city outside.Irene was asleep on the bed.She had fallen asleep quickly, exhaustion finally taking over her body. Her breathing was slow and even, her face relaxed in a way that showed how much she had needed rest. One of her hands rested loosely over the blanket, as if she had been holding onto something before sleep claimed her.Sebastian stood near the window, watching her for a moment.There was something peaceful about her like this. Something simple. It made everything else feel more complicated in comparison.He turned away.The calm of the room did not reach him. His mind was still active, sharp, calculating. Too many things had gone wrong. Too many loose

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    210: Walking on the eggshells

    Third POVThe city lights streaked past the windows of Sebastian's black SUV as he guided the vehicle through the quieter streets leading back to his estate. The evening had been unexpectedly warm, the kind of late-summer night that made the air feel soft and forgiving. Irene sat in the passenger seat, one elbow resting on the door, her fingers absently tracing the seam of the leather upholstery. She had been quiet since they left Fiona's house, but it was a thoughtful silence rather than a heavy one. Sebastian kept his eyes on the road, one hand loose on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching over to brush against her knee in a small, reassuring touch.Finally she turned toward him, her voice gentle in the dim cabin. "So... what did you think of the visit? Seeing Fiona and the babies. Maverick. All of it."Sebastian took a slow breath, considering his words before he spoke. "It was good. Better than I expected." He glanced at her briefly, then back to the road. "Seeing her like

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    209: The gap widens

    Third POVThe basement had grown so quiet that the silence itself felt like another cage. Ross sat with her back against the cold metal bars, knees drawn up to her chest, the collar around her neck chafing against skin that had long since stopped feeling anything new. The single bulb overhead flickered every few minutes, casting weak yellow light across the damp concrete floor. Helen remained curled in the far corner of her own cage, eyes half closed, breathing shallow and ragged. Weeks had turned into months down here, and time had lost all meaning except for the slow erosion of their bodies and spirits.Ross tilted her head toward the ceiling. “It’s too quiet up there. You think he left?”Helen gave a tired shrug, the movement barely visible in the dimness. “Does it matter? He probably went upstairs to be with that girlfriend of his. Irene or whatever her name is.”Ross let out a long, bitter sigh. From this underground prison they had heard everything. The laughter drifting down

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    24: Coffee and cookies

    Fiona POV Sebastian really did meet me at a café. He was sitting there waiting for me, and when he saw me, he stood up to greet me. “Hi...” He wanted to come closer to hug me, but I pulled back a little. It was still too early for hugs. He swallowed hard, looking hurt, but he behaved well. “I'm

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  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    29: No weaker anymore

    Fiona's POV “He really said that to you?” Raina Foster was dumbfounded on the other end of the line. “He said it in no uncertain terms, that he’s with Ross now, clearly wanting me to stop bothering him again,” I recounted, still with a bitter taste in my mouth. I was tired of playing this role

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  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    19: The question

    Sebastian POV“Can I take you home now?” Charles asked as we sat in the car parked a few yards down the street from the building where the Fosters lived. Of course I’d followed their car to find out where they were taking Fiona.I wasn’t just going to stand there with my arms crossed, doing nothing

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  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    28: The price of the decision

    Sebastian POV It was discouraging when I left the bathroom after preparing the hot tub for Fiona and me, returned to the bedroom, and realized that she had left without giving me a chance to explain myself. I saw the message Ross had sent me about wanting to change the decor of the house, which

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-18
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