All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Regan’s POVI sat behind my desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, the ache behind my eyes pulsing like a warning. The meetings had blurred together — numbers, projections, voices I barely listened to. I nodded when I needed to, signed what was necessary, but my mind wasn’t in the room.It hadn’t been for days. Because one thing kept tugging at me.Her.Anastasia.I glanced at my phone. The video had been sent hours ago — me cooking once again, apron on, stirring pasta while my laptop played a muted board meeting. I hadn’t added a caption. Just send it. Since the day she asked me to cook, I’d been sending dishes to the Montreal mansion.She started replying.Not much. Just short messages. A “Thanks.” A “Looks good.” Once, a laughing emoji.But it was something. I didn’t know what she thought of the videos. But I hoped she would watch them. Hoped she laughed. Even just a little. Even if she didn’t tell me.The phone rang, cutting through my thoughts.Alan.I answered immediately. “Hey

“Don’t lose it,” Don Alonso said. “And don’t use it to cheat at hide-and-seek.”Before Atticus could respond, Christopher’s voice cut through from across the room. “Seriously? You’re giving him that now, Grandpa?”Dad turned, arms crossed. “We agreed on no gifts until dinner, Dad. You’re cheating again.”“I didn’t agree,” Don Alonso said, tapping his cane once. “I decided.”Gerard shook his head. “You bribed him before dessert. That’s low, even for you, Grandpa.”Christopher added, “He’s seven. You’re setting the bar too high. What are we supposed to give him now? A yacht?”Atticus looked up, wide-eyed. “I can have a yacht?”“No,” everyone said at once.Alaric chuckled beside me. “You’ve officially broken the gift schedule.”Don Alonso shrugged. “He’s my great-grandson. I’ll give him what I want.”Atticus hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Grandpa Alonso.”Don Alonso patted his back, then looked at the rest of us. “You can all catch up later.”Gerard groaned. “We’re going to need a budge

Alaric jerked his arm out of my grip, irritation flashing across his face. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Now that I was away from the kids, everything I’d been trying to suppress came crashing into me all at once.Atticus’s face. Those eyes. That smile. He looked like Anastasia. And like my brother. A perfect blend, too perfect to be coincidence.And Alaric was with the boy. Which meant there was a seventy‑five percent chance—no, more—that Atticus was connected to the Saavedra family. And if I wasn’t mistaken, none of the Saavedra siblings had children. None were married. None were even rumored to be close.And Atticus looked six. Six years old…. which lined up with the exact time when—“Reila.”Alaric’s voice snapped like a whip, slicing through my spiraling thoughts. I blinked, breath catching.He stepped closer, jaw tight. “If you drag me away like that again, I won’t be polite about it.”I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe, to thin

A bitter laugh escaped me. “You really think you were the only one keeping secrets?”He didn’t respond, but something flickered behind his eyes.“My brother went crazy trying to find them,” I said, swallowing hard as the memories surged. “He knew Anastasia was pregnant when she left. He found out. And he searched everywhere. Begged anyone who could help. Begged anyone… even the Montreals, even when all he got in return were bruises and broken bones.”My lips trembled. I could still hear Regan’s voice—hoarse, desperate, breaking every time he said her name.“But Don Alonso and your father stopped him,” I whispered, voice cracking. “I don’t know what they told him, what they threatened him with, but whatever it was… it destroyed him.”For a moment….just a moment Alaric’s brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his face before his expression hardened again.“Regan deserved it,” he said flatly. “You all did.”The words sliced through me. I turned away, blinking fast, but the tears came

Anastasia’s POVThe mall was crowded but Atticus didn’t seem to mind. He sat on the bench beside me, happily eating his ice cream while watching Alaric. His legs swung back and forth, humming a tune only he knew, completely content.I was just about to remind him not to drip ice cream on his shirt when my entire body went cold.Regan.He was walking down the opposite aisle, casual and devastating without even trying. A soft gray shirt, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, dark jeans, and white sneakers—simple, laid‑back, but somehow, he still looked like he stepped out of a magazine. His hair was slightly tousled, his jaw clean‑shaven, and the confidence in his stride made him stand out even in a crowd.Reid was beside him, holding his father’s hand, pointing excitedly at something in a store window.I was just about to hide when Reid saw me.His whole face lit up. “Auntie Anastasia!”Regan’s head snapped towards my direction. My heart lurched violently. Panic shot through me so fast I