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Chapter 235: Be My Guest
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The Unwanted Wife Chapter 235: Be My Guest
Alaric jerked his arm out of my grip, irritation flashing across his face. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Now that I was away from the kids, everything I’d been trying to suppress came crashing into me all at once.Atticus’s face. Those eyes. That smile. He looked like Anastasia. And like my brother. A perfect blend, too perfect to be coincidence.And Alaric was with the boy. Which meant there was a seventy‑five percent chance—no, more—that Atticus was connected to the Saavedra family. And if I wasn’t mistaken, none of the Saavedra siblings had children. None were married. None were even rumored to be close.And Atticus looked six. Six years old…. which lined up with the exact time when—“Reila.”Alaric’s voice snapped like a whip, slicing through my spiraling thoughts. I blinked, breath catching.He stepped closer, jaw tight. “If you drag me away like that again, I won’t be polite about it.”I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe, to thin
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 234: Uncle and Auntie
Reila Del Valle’s POVReid was practically skipping beside me, his small hand swinging mine as we made our way through the mall. The bright neon sign of World of Fun glowed ahead—loud music, flashing lights, and the chaotic laughter of children spilling into the hallway. Basically, a mini amusement park disguised as an arcade.Reid, of course, was vibrating with excitement. Me? My stomach felt like it was making slow, uneasy flips.I glanced down at him. “So… this friend of yours. Atticus, right?”He nodded so hard his hair bounced. “Yes! He’s my best friend! We play dinosaurs and racing, and he knows all the names of the sharks—”“Right, right,” I cut in gently. “But what’s his full name again?”Reid blinked up at me, thinking hard. “Umm… Atticus… Atticus Gabriel… Mon… I don’t remember the rest”“Mhm.” I nodded like that didn’t bother me at all, but it does. “Okay. Where does he live?”“Sydney, Australia,” he said with absolute confidence.I inhaled slowly. “How many siblings does he
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 233: Gifts
“Don’t lose it,” Don Alonso said. “And don’t use it to cheat at hide-and-seek.”Before Atticus could respond, Christopher’s voice cut through from across the room. “Seriously? You’re giving him that now, Grandpa?”Dad turned, arms crossed. “We agreed on no gifts until dinner, Dad. You’re cheating again.”“I didn’t agree,” Don Alonso said, tapping his cane once. “I decided.”Gerard shook his head. “You bribed him before dessert. That’s low, even for you, Grandpa.”Christopher added, “He’s seven. You’re setting the bar too high. What are we supposed to give him now? A yacht?”Atticus looked up, wide-eyed. “I can have a yacht?”“No,” everyone said at once.Alaric chuckled beside me. “You’ve officially broken the gift schedule.”Don Alonso shrugged. “He’s my great-grandson. I’ll give him what I want.”Atticus hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Grandpa Alonso.”Don Alonso patted his back, then looked at the rest of us. “You can all catch up later.”Gerard groaned. “We’re going to need a budge
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 232: Atti!
Anastasia’s POVThe car slowed as we turned into the long driveway of the Montreal mansion, tires crunching over gravel, the late afternoon sun casting golden streaks across the front steps. I leaned forward slightly.Atticus sat beside Alaric in the backseat, practically vibrating with excitement. The moment the car stopped, he unbuckled himself with speed and threw the door open, running inside.“Careful, Atti!”“They’re here!” I heard Gerard shouted.Before I could say anything, he was already sprinting toward the front entrance, his backpack bouncing behind him, his dark catching the light. I saw them waiting — Gerard, Christopher, Dad, Grandfather, and Marianne — all standing just inside the open doors.“Uncle Gerard! Uncle Chris!” Atticus yelled, arms flailing as he ran.Gerard stepped forward, catching him in a hug. Christopher crouched down and lifted him off the ground with a dramatic groan. “You’re heavier than last time. What did they feed you on the plane?”“Snacks!” Attic
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 231: Send Him In
Regan’s POVI sat behind my desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, the ache behind my eyes pulsing like a warning. The meetings had blurred together — numbers, projections, voices I barely listened to. I nodded when I needed to, signed what was necessary, but my mind wasn’t in the room.It hadn’t been for days. Because one thing kept tugging at me.Her.Anastasia.I glanced at my phone. The video had been sent hours ago — me cooking once again, apron on, stirring pasta while my laptop played a muted board meeting. I hadn’t added a caption. Just send it. Since the day she asked me to cook, I’d been sending dishes to the Montreal mansion.She started replying.Not much. Just short messages. A “Thanks.” A “Looks good.” Once, a laughing emoji.But it was something. I didn’t know what she thought of the videos. But I hoped she would watch them. Hoped she laughed. Even just a little. Even if she didn’t tell me.The phone rang, cutting through my thoughts.Alan.I answered immediately. “Hey
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 230: I Know
2 hours later, the doorbell rang.I didn’t move. I assumed it was a rider — the usual knock-and-go delivery. I was curled up on the chaise in my room, a book open but unread in my lap.Then came a knock on my door.One of the maids peeked in, her voice gentle. “Ma’am, someone’s asking for you at the door.”“For me?” I blinked, surprised. “Who?”She shrugged. “He didn’t say.”I nodded and stood, smoothing the folds of my dress as I walked out. I didn’t rush. I still thought it was a delivery — maybe something Marianne ordered, or a parcel from the estate.But when I opened the door, my breath caught.Regan stood there.Still in his suit — the jacket gone, his white shirt slightly wrinkled, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His dark hair was tousled, like he’d run a hand through it too many times on the drive over. The soft glow of the sun caught the sharp lines of his jaw, the faint bruise still lingering near his cheekbone, and the veins along his forearms that flexed as he held the
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