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Chapter 155: Zarina's POV
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The Unwanted Wife Chapter 157: But The Worst Part?
I clenched the edges of my robe tighter, like holding it together could somehow keep me from falling apart.Regan and I met two years ago. But for a year—he ignored me. Acted like I was just a stranger. It wasn’t until one drunken night that it started again. And I let the world believe we had been rekindled ever since. I needed them to believe this was a long game. Because if they knew the truth… I’d have nothing.All of a sudden, the last time I saw Anastasia in their mansion flashed in my mind. In their bedroom. She stood in the doorway—silent, pale, eyes wide with betrayal. She saw me there, naked under the sheets with Regan. It was the kind of scene anyone would misread. Hell, I wanted her to misread it.But the worst part? Nothing even happened. Not that day. Not that night. Not ever since. After she left, Regan didn’t say a word to me. Didn’t explain. Didn’t argue. He just… got dressed, walked out, and disappeared for nearly a week. No calls. No texts. Not even to check if I wa
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 156: I Felt It
That voice—it wasn’t the one I knew. Not the Regan who made promises. Not the man who once told me he’d marry me if we ever meet again. This Regan… this one looked at me like I was a mistake he couldn’t erase.My chest tightened like a vice was around it. So, I did what I always did. I tried to smile. But deep inside, I realized something I didn’t want to admit.He didn’t love me. Not anymore.“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Regan said quietly, already stepping away.But I wasn’t done. I couldn’t be done.“No,” I snapped, chasing after him, grabbing his arm before he could walk out. “You don’t get to walk away from me again. Not this time, Regan.”He stopped, but didn’t face me.“You said you’d marry me—don’t act like I made that up! You said you loved me. You said I was it for you!”“That was years ago, Zarina.”Yeah. He’s right. God, he’s right. I keep dragging that version of him into every fight, every plea. I keep making him say it—that he loves me. Like if I force the
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 155: Zarina's POV
Zarina’s POVI stared at myself in the mirror, biting back the lump in my throat.God, I looked tired.My makeup was still intact, but my eyes—those gave me away. There was something desperate in them now, something I hated admitting even to myself. The silk robe I wore clung to my skin, soft and dangerous, slipping just enough off my shoulder to make it look like an accident. I adjusted it slightly, not too much. Let him notice.He had to notice.I walked out of the bedroom, my bare feet silent against the floor as I made my way to his office. The door was ajar. Typical. He hated being disturbed, but never locked anything. I leaned on the doorframe, watching him for a moment.“What are you doing?”No response.Figures.Regan’s office looked exactly like him—organized, cold. The walls were this muted gray-blue, shelves lined with leather-bound books, and a single art piece on the far wall—a black and white photograph of some mountain range he said he liked. His desk was the only thing
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 154: Easiest Way
I had no response. My mouth stayed shut, my fists clenched at my sides.Because I came back here — to this mansion— night after night not because I was guilty. Not even because I missed the routine. I came back because I couldn’t breathe anywhere else. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t function. Every time I walked into the penthouse with Zarina waiting for me —her smile sweet, her arms reaching — all I could think about was Anastasia.I could picture her face even when my eyes were closed. Every line, every curve, every look she ever gave me — I could draw them all.God, I can’t even count how many times I stared at my phone, thumb hovering over her name. Wanting to call. Needing to call.Just to hear her voice.Even once.I told myself I loved Zarina.I should have loved her.I owed her this child, didn’t I? I owed her a future. I told myself that making Anastasia hate me would make it easier for her to
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 153: His Feelings
I leaned back, taking a long sip before answering, “And?”Richard’s jaw clenched. His fists curled slightly at his sides. “I’m asking you—no, I’m telling you—to reconsider.”I shakes my hand, “No, I made my mind—”“You care to explain why?” my father demanded, his voice cutting through the room like a blade.I exhaled slowly. “Because it’s time.”“Time?” His voice sharpened with disbelief. “What the fuck are you saying? Is there a scheduled deadline for a divorce now? You married her, Regan.”“I did,” I said flatly. “I fucking did”“You made vows—”“And I broke them,” I snapped, the words harsher than I meant. “What do you want me to say, Dad? That I’m a villain? That I’m a selfish bastard who threw away a good woman for reasons I can’t even explain?”Silence followed.He stared at me — hard. Disgust and disappointment twisted in the crease of his brow. “I want you to tell me the truth, Regan, why ar
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 152: I Hated This Driveway......
Regan’s POVI hated this driveway.It was too long. Too quiet. The kind of silence that crept under your skin and stayed there long after the car rolled to a stop — like a weight pressing against your chest.I sat in the driver’s seat, staring through the windshield. One hand gripped the steering wheel, knuckles pale. The other clutched a bottle of scotch, half-empty and sweating against my palm. I didn’t remember when I started drinking it. Probably after the second meeting. Or the fifth. Maybe somewhere between the notification about Zarina’s next doctor appointment and the message from my father asking why I wasn’t at home. Not this home. The other one. The penthouse.The one where everything felt wrong.I wasn’t supposed to be here tonight. Wasn’t supposed to come back at all. This house had become a graveyard.I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not tonight. Not ever again, maybe.But I couldn’t stop coming back.
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 151: Signature
Morgan stood there for a moment, the basket of fruit still tucked neatly under one arm. He shifted slightly, clearing his throat before setting the basket down carefully on a side table."I didn’t expect you today, Atty. Morgan," I said, gesturing lightly toward the basket. "Is that... for me?"He gave a small, almost bashful smile, his gaze softening as he glanced at it."Yes," he said simply. “My wife used to eat these. A lot. When she was pregnant."I blinked at him, a little caught off guard. Of all the things I thought he might bring today, a basket of fruits wasn't one of them."She said they helped with... everything. Nausea, heartburn, even bad days. She swore by them. So, I thought — maybe... you’d like some too.""Thank you,"I cleared it quickly, forcing myself to sit down at my desk, placing my hands on the smooth wood like. Morgan sat down across from me, adjusting his jacket, his movements precise but hesitant."So," I said after a breath, offering a lighter smile I did
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 150: Questions
Christopher, the serious one. He had always been the one who weighed every decision carefully, who never raised his voice unless he absolutely had to. But today, sitting there with the people who knew him best, the polished mask he usually wore around the business world had slipped slightly. His true character was showing in full color.I thought back to the phone calls over the past few days — all those rushed, half-panicked messages Christopher had sent me when I wasn’t answering, the late-night calls I barely had the heart to pick up.Christopher had been the one to say it plainly over the phone.“Ana... it’s Gerard. You know he’s not good with words. He’s worried about you too. We both are.”There had been an honesty in his voice that night that surprised me. And when I’d finally explained things about what happened when mom died over the phone, stammering through truths and not avoiding the worst parts, Christopher had simply listened — no judgment, no anger, just pure apology fr
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 149: Brothers and Cousin
Anastasia's POVThe morning air was cool and quiet. Sunlight filled the garden, and the leaves moved gently in the breeze. I sat with my brothers, Gerard and Christopher, on the cushioned patio chairs spread around the small garden table. Phoenix lounged across two chairs, sipping a tall glass of iced tea. She wore a loose shirt, ripped jeans, and a wide grin.I exhaled softly. It had been three days since that ugly confrontation with Zarina at the park. Three days of trying to keep moving, pretending things were fine even when I woke up some mornings feeling like I couldn’t breathe.When Phoenix had first barged into my house, suitcase dragging behind her and rainbow hair gleaming under the sun, I genuinely thought I was dreaming."I just landed, baby girl," she had announced proudly, tossing her jacket onto my sofa like it lived there. "Miss me?"I had blinked at her, still half in shock. The day after that, I finally called my brothers. I couldn’t keep avoiding them. They had been
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