บททั้งหมดของ The Unwanted Wife : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Izzy's phone buzzed with a new message, and she hesitated for a moment before picking it up. It was from D, the mysterious figure who had been helping her find her sister. But this message was different. It wasn’t the usual cryptic warning or vague instruction—it was a direct request. "I have something for you. We need to meet. I’ll send the address. – D." Izzy’s brows furrowed in confusion. D had never asked to meet before. Their communication had always been through messages, sporadic and shrouded in mystery. But despite the uneasy feeling gnawing at her, she knew she had to go. This was about her sister. Whatever D had could be crucial. Soon after, another message appeared with an address. As she punched it into her phone’s GPS, Izzy realized it led to one of the city’s most upscale neighborhoods, a place she’d only heard about in passing. Her anxiety spiked, but she steeled herself. She needed answers. The drive through the fancy neighborhood felt surreal. The streets were lin

Izzy stepped into the party, her mind still spinning from the whirlwind of emotions she had been battling all week. Betrayal. Rage. Confusion. She couldn't stop thinking about her sister—how could she have done that? How could she have betrayed her, slept with Ace, smiled in those photos like nothing was wrong? And then there was Logan—his kiss, the dangerous electricity between them that she couldn’t seem to shake. The thought of Logan stirred something inside her she didn’t want to feel. He was dangerous, cold, and yet somehow, when he touched her, she felt more alive than she ever had. She hated that she couldn't stop thinking about him. After all the abuse she endured from Ace, her heart shouldn’t be thinking of another man, especially not someone like Logan.“Enough of that,” she muttered under her breath, forcing herself to push thoughts of him away. Tonight was supposed to be about letting go and she is going to let go. Her friends had practically dragged her here, insisting s

Izzy descended the stairs, her head still throbbing from the events of last night. As she reached the lower level, she found Logan in the foyer, engaged in conversation with a group of well-dressed men. Their gazes fell on her immediately, and she felt a rush of discomfort under their scrutiny. One of the men, a tall figure with slicked-back hair and a designer suit, eyed her with a smirk. “Well, look who’s up,” he said, his tone condescending. “Feeling better, I hope?”Another man, stockier with a grizzled face, looked her up and down with a smirk. “She doesn’t look too great. Seems like she had quite a night.”A third man, with a neatly trimmed beard and a cocky attitude, leaned in and whispered to his companions, “Did you see the way she was dressed last night? Talk about making an impression.”Izzy felt her face flush with embarrassment. She wanted to retreat, but Logan’s presence was a stern reminder that there was nowhere to hide.Logan’s expression darkened as he noticed their

Izzy sat cross-legged on her bed, idly flipping through a magazine while Ron lounged across from her, leaning against a pile of pillows. They had been hanging out for the better part of the afternoon, their usual banter filling the room with lighthearted chatter. But Ron was never one to miss an opportunity to dig into something that intrigued him.He glanced at her, then narrowed his eyes playfully. “Okay, spill it. How exactly do you know Logan? And don’t give me that ‘he just showed up’ nonsense.”Izzy felt her stomach flip, her fingers suddenly tightening on the edges of the magazine. She had been expecting this conversation—Ron was way too curious to just let it slide—but that didn’t make it any easier to navigate. How could she explain any of it without revealing too much?She put the magazine down, trying to maintain a neutral expression. “We just kind of... crossed paths.”Ron sat up straighter, his eyes gleaming with interest. “Crossed paths? Izzy, that guy came running to yo

The stillness of the night enveloped Izzy as she abruptly woke up, her mind hazy and disoriented. The quiet of the house almost seemed oppressive, the ticking of the clock on her nightstand magnifying the deafening silence that wrapped around her. She blinked several times, trying to shake off the grogginess, and slowly the events of earlier that evening came rushing back. Logan’s touch. His lips on hers. The possessive way he held her against the door. The intensity of the kiss that had left her breathless and vulnerable. She sat up in bed, heart racing as she thought about it. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she recalled the way she had let herself melt into the moment, how easily she had given in to the heat between them. But then… then she had panicked. The second his hand had started to trail up her dress, her body froze, not in desire but in fear. That old, familiar fear that Ace had burned into her. "Ace," she whispered under her breath, feeling a cold shudder ripple thr