All Chapters of THE WIFE YOU LEFT: Chapter 231 - Chapter 236

AXEL’S POV:Pain.There are no words strong enough for what I felt. My shoulder had been twisted backward. Ribs cracked like branches under foot. One knee felt like it had been shattered from the inside out, and every breath I took dragged a thousand knives across my lungs. My vision faded but I kept my eyes on my wife.She was suspended in the air, her limbs trembling, her screams fading into shallow whimpers. Her hand stretched over her stomach as if trying to protect the child we made with love and desperation. That sight tore through the agony.Something inside me roared to life, louder than the bones grinding in my body. Stronger than death whispering in my ear. I had to get to her.I tried to stand.My left leg gave out.I forced it back under me.And then—the temple doors exploded.Light surged in like a divine reckoning, and a silhouette darted through the dust.A man. Young. Wild-eyed. Fast.He raised his arm and threw a dagger, its blade glinting like silver lightning.“The

AXEL’S POV:The Last Month Later…The morning sunlight spilled across the floors of our new bedroom in Maryland, making beautiful golden beams on everything it touched. I stood before the tall mirror, fastening the final button on my deep charcoal suit jacket. My once-short hair was longer, combed back with a natural wave, a nod to this gentler chapter of my life.For the first time in a long time, I saw a man in the mirror I actually recognized—peaceful, grounded, changed.These past three months hadn’t just been healing. They’d been transformational.Avery and I used them to rebuild—our bond, our routine, our very foundation. We talked through the pain. The secrets. The violence. And somehow, my respect for her deepened every single day.She was the one who’d stayed strong when I broke.She carried our name, our daughter, our unborn child, our legacy—through war, death, and fire.She stood where I couldn't. And she fought like hell.How could I not fall deeper in love with a woman l

AXEL’S POV:Orion had never looked more beautiful.The beach shimmered beneath the golden spill of twilight, soft waves caressing the shore like a lullaby. A stretch of ivory sand had been transformed into something sacred—our altar of renewal.Tall, curved archways framed the ocean view. Silk chiffon in pale champagne rippled in the breeze like whispers from the gods, woven with orchids, sunroses, and baby’s breath. Glass lanterns floated midair, enchanted by Kaius himself, each shining with soft golden flames.And above us? A sky bruised in lavender and soft peach, the clouds scattered like spilled petals.Pulling this off wasn't easy but it was worth it. I'd asked for Wilder’s blessings a while ago, spoken to Kaius, and have Ryan and Thaddeus set this whole thing up.I stood at the end of the aisle, barefoot in the sand, in a suit the color of the first snowfall—fitted to perfection. No tie. No chains. Just me, heart bared, waiting for the woman who had ripped down my walls and mad