All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The airport bustled with movement. Luggage wheels dragging across tiles, muffled announcements echoing from the speakers, and the soft hum of travelers coming and going. In the middle of it all, Lara stood surrounded by the people she loved most—her family, Duke, and Ali—all there to see her off. She had checked in her luggage and passed security, but they insisted on staying as close as the final gate would allow. Her flight was just under an hour away, and her heart thudded with a mix of excitement and quiet grief. She was dressed simply in jeans, white sneakers, and a soft beige trench coat. Her carry-on bag hung from her shoulder, and her passport was tucked securely into the front pocket. Her mother hadn’t stop crying since they arrived at the airport. “Please take care of yourself, sweetheart,” her mother said between gentle sobs, holding Lara’s hand tightly as if letting go too soon would make the moment more real. “And don’t forget to update us, alright? Message us when

Lara sat quietly, staring blankly ahead, her thoughts already drifting to the weeks and months ahead. What her new life abroad might be like, the distance, the uncertainty... and Reagan. He understood, didn’t he? He said he’d wait. And she believed him. Lara sighed softly and hugged her coat tighter around her frame, trying to steady her heart. But just as she was about to check her phone, she saw a pair of shoes stopped in front of her. She looked up. Her breath hitched. “Reagan?” He was standing there, panting slightly, chest rising and falling, a sheen of sweat on his temples. His tie was loose, his hair slightly tousled, as if he had run all the way to find her. Lara blinked in disbelief, her heart leaping at the sight of him. “Reagan!” she gasped, standing up on instinct. Without another word, she rushed and threw herself into his arms. He caught her instantly, arms wrapping tightly around her like he never wanted to let her go. His familiar scent, the feel of

Planning a love confession was an entirely different battlefield for Lucas. He had gone over it in his head more times than he could count.What to say, how to say it, where it should happen, how she’d react.He had planned everything. From picking Riah up after work to taking her to a quiet dinner where he’d finally confess his feelings. He’d imagined her smile, the way she’d laugh awkwardly before maybe—just maybe—saying yes.But, of course, reality had other plans.That evening, Riah had to cover for a co-worker who’d called in late. Lucas waited three hours in his car outside the restaurant where she worked. Rain tapped steadily against his windshield. The restaurant reservation he made had long passed.Still, he waited.When Riah finally stepped out, her tired figure caught in the misty glow of the street lamps, Lucas didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the umbrella from the compartment, stepped out into the drizzle, and jogged toward her, just as she was about to make a run for it thro

The partnership with Manuel Guzman moved faster than Lucas anticipated.Within weeks, they began talks. Outlining strategies, identifying target markets, laying the foundation for what would become an ambitious fusion of shipping and fintech services. Lucas was cautious but thorough, his decisions sharpened by past mistakes. He treated every conversation as a transaction and every meeting as a proving ground.In the midst of it all came the annual Dela Merced Foundation Gala hosted, as always, by his mother, Evelyn. A grand affair held in one of their flagship hotel ballrooms.Chandeliers sparkled like frost in the high ceilings. Waiters in white gloves moved like clockwork, balancing trays of champagne flutes and hors d’oeuvres. The room buzzed with voices discussing markets, mergers, and philanthropy over jazz music. Among the evening’s VIPs was none other than Manuel Guzman.Lucas arrived precisely on time, wearing a classic black tuxedo, his hair combed back, his presence turning

Lucas thought the hardest part was behind him.He had patched things up with Riah. She was back in his arms, smiling at him like nothing had ever threatened to come between them. Their relationship had found its rhythm again, quiet and unshakeable.Now all he had to do was end the damn arranged marriage once and for all.Lucas had already made his decision and he wasn’t going through with it. He just needed to tell Manuel Guzman personally.But just when he was about to schedule a meeting, the storm hit.The Montgomery deal.The very project Lucas had fought tooth and nail to secure, an international venture with Montgomery Corporation in New York, suddenly ran into problems.Miscommunication. Unexpected legal hurdles. Internal errors. Contract terms that began to fall apart like dominos.It was a disaster.Within forty-eight hours, Lucas was on a flight to New York, trying to salvage what was left.He stayed there for nearly three weeks, barely sleeping, juggling conference calls, da