All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife: Chapter 211 - Chapter 216

The Next Morning………..The car slowed to a stop in front of the towering glass building. My chest tightened as my gaze lifted to the bold silver letters across the entrance: Del Valle…. That surname still carved into stone and steel.I exhaled slowly, pushed the car door open, and stepped out.The morning breeze brushed against me. My heels clicked sharply as I crossed the pavement and entered the lobby. The familiar room greeted me. Only, this time, there were things I didn’t recognize. New faces filled the reception desks and hallways — young employees, unfamiliar eyes glancing curiously at me as I passed. The panels I remember had been replaced with sleek glass partitions. Chandeliers glowed above.Renovations, I realized. This wasn’t the same company I had once walked through. It had been remade, reshaped. Just like everything else.I entered the elevator, the mirrored walls throwing my own reflection back at me. My reflection stared back — short hair now brushing just above my sho

The elevator dinged. The doors slid open, and I forced my legs to move. My heels clicked against the marble as I stepped out into the lobby — and froze.Cameras. Reporters. Microphones in hand. The crowd lingered near the entrance, their eyes scanning for someone, probably for some corporate event.“God…” I hissed, cursing under my breath. The last thing I needed was to be caught here and my face splashed across headlines.Cursing under my breath, I cut through the corridor and pushed toward the back exit. The air here was still, no people around — blessedly quiet compared to the chaos in the lobby. But just before I reached the door, I caught sight of two guards a few meters away. They looked panicked, whispering harshly to each other, and one of them clutched a small bag — a spiderman bag, the kind a little boy would carry.I frowned but quickly looked away. Not my problem. Not now.I was only a step from the exit when a sound stopped me cold. A voice. A woman’s voice. Low and urgen

Zarina’s lips curled, but I didn’t let her speak. “You—”“You talk about family, but you don’t even know what that word means. You use people, and when you can’t get your way, you drag a child into your mess.” My glare sharpened, “That’s not being a mother. That’s being pathetic.”Her painted lips trembled, fury and humiliation warring in her eyes.“You call me two-faced?” I let out a bitter laugh. “At least I never built my entire life on jealousy. At least I never had to steal to feel wanted.”“You—” Her voice cracked, fury shaking her entire frame.I let out a humorless laugh. “You call me two-faced? At least I never built my life on stealing what was never mine. At least I don’t need lies to feel wanted.”That did it. Her composure shattered.“You bitch!” Zarina shrieked, raising her hand, her perfectly manicured nails glinting in the light as she swung at me.But I was faster. My hand shot up, catching her wrist in midair.“No,” I hissed.And before she could react, I struck.Cra