The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 116

Chapter 11The study was dark when Bruce returned, though he hadn’t bothered to draw the curtains. The echoes of Alec’s words still rang in his head, replaying with the sting of a wound that refused to close.You cannot continue to sit in a house that does not belong to you.He poured a drink before even taking off his jacket. The amber liquid slid into the glass with a sound that felt too loud in the silence. He lifted it, swallowing hard, not for the taste but for the burn. The burn reminded him he was still here, still fighting, though the ground beneath him was giving way.On the desk, his phone buzzed once. He stared at it, unwilling to touch it, unwilling to read the words he already knew were waiting. When he finally reached for it, his hand trembled faintly.You never told me the truth.Bruce’s breath caught. The words were sharper than any of the others. Not a taunt this time, not an accusation wrapped in riddles. This one was direct. It pressed into the corner of his mind th

Chapter 13Bruce Ford stood at the tall windows of his study, the morning light breaking weakly through the curtains. His eyes had drifted from the papers spread across his desk to the movement outside, where a knot of neighbors lingered near the gate. Their heads tilted upward, their voices carrying in hushed tones.He frowned, moving closer. Then he saw it.Pinned to the iron gate, sharp against the brick pillars, was a fresh legal notice. The bold letters were impossible to miss. Even from the study, the words cut through the distance.A claim. A challenge.His chest tightened as if someone had drawn the air out of the room. Alec had finally made his move.Bruce’s hand twitched at his side, torn between yanking the notice down or letting it hang for all to see. His reflection in the glass looked older than he remembered, the lines etched deeper, the weight of battles unspoken pressing on his face.Behind him, the door opened quietly. Lyra stepped in, her steps measured, a tray bala

Chapter 15Lyra poured herself a glass of water and stood by the wide windows in the upstairs hall, her eyes following the faint glow of city lights beyond the garden walls. The house was quiet except for the soft creak of wood as the wind pressed against the shutters. Bruce had not yet come to bed.She did not mind. His absence made her role clearer. With every hour he spent hunched over papers or slumped with a drink in hand, her place beside the children grew firmer. Their questions were small, innocent—why Father was always tired, why he did not laugh as easily as before. She answered with gentle tones and smiles, never speaking ill of him, only assuring them that their father was busy and carried much weight.It was enough to win their trust, enough to make them lean toward her when they sought comfort. Bruce did not see it, but that was the point.Downstairs, a faint clink reached her ears. She turned her head slightly and listened. The sound of glass against wood, followed by t