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Chapter 170: She Could Never Be Me
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The Unwanted Wife Chapter 172: Go And Don't Look Back
The ride to the airport was silent. I leaned my head back against the seat, eyes half-lidded, heart strangely still. Phoenix sat beside me, one hand still resting lightly in mine. Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to.By the time the car slowed to a halt, the world outside had gone dark and quiet. There was no terminal. No waiting lines. No announcements over static speakers. Just a private runway. And waiting at the edge of it—a plane. Its wings caught the glow of the runway lights.The car door opened with a soft click.I stepped out, slowly, feeling the wind sweep across my face. It was colder here — the air biting at my skin in a way that felt strangely grounding. My hair whipped gently across my cheek as I looked ahead. The sky above us was dark, painted in thousands of stars.Phoenix, already beside me, was the first to move. Her heels clacked rhythmically against the tarmac as she walked, but just as the stairs came into view, she broke into a run. Her laughter — light and ch
The Unwanted Wife Chaper 171: For The Last Time
And just when I thought the moment couldn’t be any more surprising—a voice cut through the air.“I have something to say.”The ballroom froze.Not just stilled. Froze. The air went taut — like everyone had stopped breathing all at once. Heads turned toward the voice. And there, striding through the center aisle was Phoenix.She wasn’t escorted. She wasn’t introduced. She didn’t need either. Because the name Saavedra didn’t enter a room — it announced itself. One of the most powerful bloodlines. Whispers always followed them — old money, old power, old secrets — but none of it ever diminished their force. The Saavedras were the kind of family people bowed to without needing to be told why.Phoenix walked straight to the stage, her boots clacking against the polished marble— unapologetically loud. Her long, wild waves of hair spilled over her shoulders. Her black dress shimmered in the lights, short, sleek, sharp like a blade. Eyes lined dark. Lips blood red. Every inch of her screamed:
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 170: She Could Never Be Me
And then—Regan moved. Bloody lip. Jaw bruised. Eyes wide and glassy. He tried to break through the security wall that held him. His chest was heaving, one hand still on the folder I gave him — the divorce papers — his other hand reaching toward me.“Anastasia—!”His voice cracked. The first time all night it sounded real.“Anastasia—! Let me talk to you—Ana—!”He tried to get past the guards, but they held him back. But I didn’t look at him. I didn’t move toward him. Because there was nothing left to say.And then—he couldn’t move forward. Because someone else stood between us now.Gregory. My father.He stepped into Regan’s path.“Don’t,” he said, low and steady. “Not another step.”Regan blinked, stunned — as if only now realizing that this war was bigger than just the two of us. That what he destroyed had tearing through bloodlines and names he’d once been honored to be part of.“I just want to talk to her—” Regan gasped, stumbling forward.But my father didn’t flinch. It was my fi
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 169: Finally.....
The crowd didn’t move right away — frozen between disbelief and decorum. But then, Caroline Del Valle rose first — abruptly, the legs of her chair screeching loudly against the marble floor. Her hand flew to her mouth as if she could physically stop the words from echoing. She looked straight at me, eyes wide with something between horror and disbelief.Richard, beside her, remained seated for a beat longer. His face hardened, blinking slowly like he hadn’t heard me correctly — like the air had been knocked out of him.Reila — always composed, always sharp —her arms dropped to her sides.And on my side of the room…my family. I instantly felt guilty for not telling them. Don Alonso, my grandfather stood slowly, confused, trying to understand, his brows furrowing as he looked between me and Regan.Gerard and Christopher rose almost together — their chairs pushed back forcefully; shoulders tensed. Only one person in my corner seemed entirely unsurprised.Marianne. My stepmother.She sat
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 168: I Love Him
I took a breath as I reached the foot of the stage, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor, echoing louder than I wanted them to. The moment I stepped up, Ava reached out and gently pressed her hand against mine.Her eyes met mine. A knowing look. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. She just gave me a small, sad smile — the kind you give someone who’s about to do something irreversible.I nodded, not trusting my voice just yet, and turned to face the crowd.From where I stood now, I could see everyone.And I felt everything.My gaze moved across the sea of faces — elegant gowns, suits, pearls, masks of polite joy — until I saw them.Caroline.Richard.Reila.Ella.Ryan.The others.They sat stiffly at their table, suddenly not as animated as before. Their expressions flickered with something else now — shame, maybe. Or discomfort. Or just the quiet realization that their roles in all this hadn’t gone unnoticed.I held their gaze just long enough for them to know
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 167: Silence
With that, he stepped away from the mic, returning to his seat without another word. The applause returned. Then Ava’s voice spoke again, clear and confident over the crowd.“And now, we’d like to invite someone very special to Regan — his brother-in-law, Christopher Montreal.”I turned my head slightly to look at my brother. He stood slowly, smoothing down the front of his jacket with practiced ease. Always calm. Always collected. He didn’t rush, didn’t fidget, didn’t overplay the moment. As he walked toward the stage, his posture was straight, but his expression was gentler than usual. There was no edge in his features. No tension. Just a quiet sort of sincerity that makes my heart ache.When he reached the microphone, he paused for a second, adjusted it slightly, then spoke.“We’ve gone from polite strangers,” he began, “to business partners… to reluctant allies. And somewhere in the middle, became family.”A few small laughs broke through the silence. He turned slightly then — tow
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