All Chapters of The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife: Chapter 131 - Chapter 137

Chapter 31The house had grown heavier since Lyra’s departure. Her absence was not relief, not yet. If anything, the silence it left behind carried its own kind of weight, as though her presence lingered in the rooms she once moved through with ease. The children adjusted quickly, or at least pretended to. Bruce did not.He was thinner, restless, his temper burning shorter each day. Ariel watched from the edges, keeping to her duties, though she often felt more like a guard than an assistant now. Every moment mattered—his tone at meals, the pacing in his office, the glass left half-finished on the table. The rhythm of his unraveling was one she had learned to read.Still, she carried on with precision, filing reports, fielding calls, managing the details that Bruce no longer had patience for. If she could hold the structure together, perhaps the man would steady too. That was what she told herself. Until the evening everything shifted.Bruce had retired early to his study, muttering s

Chapter 33The restaurant was all polished marble and quiet wealth, its chandeliers casting golden light that softened every corner. Waiters in crisp uniforms moved silently between tables, pouring wine, laying plates with the kind of elegance that made every gesture part of the performance. Lyra had chosen the place with care. It was neutral ground, yet public enough to matter. A dinner here, with Bruce at the head of the table, would whisper reassurance into the ears of anyone watching: the Ford family was steady, united, untouchable.At least, that was what she intended.She arrived early with the children, guiding them through the wide double doors with the poise of a woman accustomed to being seen. Their small hands clung to hers, their eyes wide at the gleam of chandeliers and the soft music drifting from the piano near the bar. Lyra bent to murmur something that drew faint smiles, then ushered them toward the table reserved in the center of the hall. A perfect vantage point. Ev

Chapter 35The city was awash with a golden haze that evening, the last glow of the sun stretching long shadows across the streets. Bruce drove without purpose, his grip tight on the wheel, his face set in a mask of restless fury. He had left another meeting in shambles, his temper snapping at colleagues who had dared to ask questions about contracts he could no longer defend. Their polite silence had cut deeper than any direct challenge, feeding the voice in his mind that told him everyone had turned against him.He did not plan to stop at Lyra’s house. He told himself he was only driving by, circling the streets as he often did when his mind refused to rest. But when he caught the faint sound of laughter drifting through an open gate, he slowed.The sound was like a blade.Laughter. His children’s laughter.Bruce parked on the curb, his breath ragged, his pulse heavy in his throat. He stepped out slowly, his shoes crunching against the gravel. The house stood proud, every line of it

Chapter 37The cottage smelled faintly of salt and lavender, the air drifting in through open windows. Lyra sat on the worn steps at the front, a shawl wrapped loosely around her shoulders. Ella stood behind her, smoothing out the fabric as though the gesture itself could erase years of mistrust.“Do you regret it?” Ella asked quietly, lowering herself onto the step beside her.Lyra tilted her head, watching the horizon where the sea shifted in gentle silver waves. “Which part? The years of silence, or the nights I dreamt you were a ghost?”Ella’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Both.”Lyra leaned back against the wooden railing, the wind teasing her hair. “Regret is pointless. We lived what we lived. The only choice now is whether we let it rot us further, or… try to start again.”“Not as sisters,” Ella reminded her gently.“No,” Lyra agreed, a faint smile curving her mouth. “Not that. But as something else. A truce, perhaps.”The silence that followed was not hostile, only tentative