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Chapter 77: I'm Sorry
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2024-12-25 19:13:23
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The Unwanted Wife Chapter 184: Maybe It’s Time
Ava leaned forward slightly; her voice softer now. “You weren’t a mess. You were broken. And still trying to smile.”I couldn’t hold it in anymore.“It was hard,” I whispered. “I was trying to adjust. Trying to forget. But I cried every night that first year. Every single night. I changed my phone. Cut off all contact. Not just with him — with his entire family. And even then, it still felt like I was going crazy. I wanted to call him so badly sometimes. Just to hear his voice. Just to ask ‘Why?’”If there was one thing I realized after leaving, it is different when you’re away from someone, but you still know where they are. Still in the same city. Still breathing the same air. But when I moved here—it felt like I lost all gravity. I was floating. Alone. And I was pregnant. I couldn’t sleep. I was depressed. I couldn’t eat right. That nearly affected my pregnancy. Since Atticus was born, I threw myself into everything. Every waking second went to him, or the gallery, or the foundatio
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 183: Clarity Matters
I closed the door to my office behind me, and the soft click felt louder than usual. Final, almost. The space was still. The kind of stillness that didn’t comfort. My heels echoed slightly as I walked in — just a few short steps to my desk — but even that felt wrong.I set the folder down, more carefully than necessary, then peeled off my coat and draped it over the arm of the chair. I didn’t sit. I couldn’t. I turned toward the window instead, rubbing my palm against the side of my neck, trying to shake the tension out.Below, the city carried on — cars moving, people walking fast with their heads down, business as usual. And yet I couldn’t move past the words from earlier. Couldn’t un-hear them.Settle it. Clarity matters.I crossed my arms. Then uncrossed them. Then folded them again, tighter this time. It had been years. Why now? Why was this suddenly rising to the surface like something I thought I buried but apparently just shoved in a drawer?Three quick knocks broke through my
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 182: One Name
By the time I reached the office, I had exactly three minutes to spare. The staff gave me a knowing nod as I stepped into the boardroom — glass walls, long mahogany table, sunlight slanting across the floor like it was trying to lighten the tension that always settled during meetings.Everyone was already seated, of course. I offered a polite smile as I took my seat at the head of the table.“Let’s begin,” I said, flipping open the folder Ava placed in front of me.The meeting began as usual — numbers, updates, a few too many acronyms. Marketing recapped the campaign progress, the finance team updated us on the gallery’s projections, and HR had a mild panic about scheduling conflicts for the scholarship interviews.“We’ve seen a 12% increase in engagement since the new campaign rollout,” Patricia explained. “Especially on the gallery’s behind-the-scenes videos. The last one with the restoration process reached sixty-two thousand views overnight.”“Is that organic?” I asked, flipping t
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 181: Her Life
I slid into the car just as my phone started vibrating in my coat pocket. I barely had time to close the door before Ava’s name flashed across the screen.Of course.I answered with a tired sigh and a half-smile. “Good morning to you too, Ava.”“You’re fifteen minutes away, right? Because you’re meeting with the marketing team got moved up. And also, Mr. Ballejos from the Sydney project is asking if you can review the mock-ups before noon—”I muttered, massaging my temple. “Please lie to them. Tell them I’m stuck in traffic or mourning a dead plant or something.”“I already told them you were on your way,” Ava replied. “But I like the plant story. Filing that one for next week.”I hung up before I could say anything snarky, knowing full well she’d hear it in my silence anyway.Ava had followed me here two weeks after his birthday. Regan’s. The day I promised myself not to look back again. And somehow, six years later, she was still beside me. My ever-efficient, terrifyingly organized,
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 180: Atticus Montreal
The sun was already high when we finally stepped out of the dining room. The air carried the scent of blooming gardenias that Phoenix had insisted on planting near the porch. Atticus, of course, was a burst of energy—racing down the steps like the morning air had caffeine in it.“Bye, Aunt Phee!” he called over his shoulder, waving dramatically.“Bye kiddo!” Phoenix waved at him.The driver opened the door, and Atticus scrambled in, settling into the window seat like he did every morning. He carefully placed his school folder on his lap, adjusting it with the kind of seriousness.“Mom,” he said, eyes furrowed in that way that always reminded me of Regan — sharp, focused. “Can you check if I answered the last question correctly?”“Of course,” I said, reaching for the folder and flipping it open.I skimmed through his math worksheet and smiled, ruffling his hair gently. “You got it right.”Atticus grinned. “Thanks, Mom.”
The Unwanted Wife Chapter 179: New Life
Steam curled gently in the bathroom air as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel around myself. The mirror was fogged over, which was fine — I didn’t really need to look at myself too long this morning. I already knew what I’d see.Short dark brown hair freshly trimmed just last week. It barely grazed my shoulders now, no longer the long waves I used to have. It framed my face more sharply — stronger jaw, clearer cheekbones. A little grown-up, a little tougher. Maybe even freer. Ava said it made me look cool. I said it made me look like a tired mom. Both were true.When I wiped a stripe across the glass, my eyes stared back at me — that same deep green, sharp even on my softest days. Sometimes I thought they were the best and worst part of me. Honest, even when I didn’t want them to be.I padded into my walk-in closet, towel still wrapped around me, pulling open the drawers with muscle memory. I didn’t want anything too formal — just e
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