บททั้งหมดของ The Unwanted Wife: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Lara’s words hung heavily in the air, thick with finality. Lucas didn’t move, didn’t speak—he just stood there, staring at her as if she had spoken a foreign language he couldn’t comprehend.“What?” His voice was hoarse, almost disbelieving.Lara exhaled, a small, sad smile on her lips. “I’m giving you what you want, Lucas. I’m setting you free.”Lucas shook his head slightly, his brows furrowing. “Lara, you’re drunk. Let’s finish this conversation tomorrow.” His voice was low, cautious, almost… avoiding.“No.” Lara met his gaze with unwavering resolve. “I’m completely sober, Lucas.”Silence stretched between them.“I’ve finally come to terms with reality,” she continued, voice steadier now. “There’s no fixing this marriage. I can’t keep holding on to you just because I love you when you’re longing for someone else.” Her heart clenched. “I don’t want to be in pain anymore.” Her admission came out in a whisper, raw and fragile.Lucas’ throat bobbed, his jaw tightening, but he remained

Lara made her way to one of the guest rooms down the hall. As soon as she closed the door behind her, the numbness cracked, letting the ache crawl back in. She sat on the edge of the bed, then laid down, staring at the ceiling. It’s over, she thought. It’s finally over.She had said the words that needed to be said. She had chosen herself. She should’ve felt victorious—free. And in a way, she did. But freedom, she was learning, could feel a lot like grief.Her chest felt hollow. Not because she regretted it—but because it still hurt. Despite everything Lucas had done, despite the way she had been treated, she had still fought to keep the marriage alive, and now, it was slipping through her fingers. The reality of it was almost too much to bear. She could feel the rawness of the grief bubbling up, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her cheeks.Her heart wept—not for Lucas, but for herself, for the woman she had been all these years—fighting for a love that would never

Lara left the house without seeing Lucas.She didn’t know where he had gone—maybe to his room, maybe outside. She didn’t care to find out. She didn’t even want to. She had nothing left to say. All she wanted now was to be somewhere she could finally breathe.The drive to her condo was a quiet blur of city streets and red traffic lights. The sun had risen fully now, casting a soft glow over the skyline. As she turned into the underground parking of the high-rise building, a sense of detached calm washed over her. Her new reality had begun.After finding a space, she parked, turned off the engine, and took a deep breath. She got out, opened the trunk, and pulled out her suitcase. The wheels of her luggage echoed in the garage as she walked toward the elevator and pressed the button to her floor.Once the doors slid open, she stepped into the sleek, modern hallway and made her way to her unit. She unlocked the door and was immediately greeted by the crisp scent of lavender and lemon—prob

Sunday came quietly. A soft rain tapped against the windows that morning, the sky gray and overcast—a perfect excuse to stay in. And Lara did.She spent the entire day cooped in the comfort of her space. She finished an entire novel curled up on the couch, laughed softly at a feel-good rom-com on Netflix, and even dusted off her baking tools to make banana muffins, letting the sweet scent of sugar and vanilla fill the kitchen like a warm hug.By evening, she sat in the study room, her laptop open as she worked on her lesson plans for the week. The quiet hum of the city beyond the glass walls offered a sense of peace. She tried—genuinely tried—not to think about Lucas.And yet, no matter how much she tried to fill her day, the ache in her chest lingered. It wasn’t as sharp as before—just a dull throb, like a bruise healing under the skin. She missed him. Or maybe not him, but the hope she once clung to.After all, moving on wasn’t as easy as telling herself to let go. She admit to tha

The early evening air was warm and slightly humid and the sun had already dipped beyond the skyline, casting a warm orange hue over the street. Reagan unlocked his car, and opened the passenger door for Lara. “Thanks,” Lara said with a small smile as she got in. Once Reagan slid into the driver’s seat, she gave him the address of the place she had in mind. Reagan nodded, punching it into the GPS. “But you sure about this spot?” Reagan asked as he start the engine. Lara grinned. “Very sure. Trust me, it’s not fancy, but the food will change your life.” Reagan glanced sideways at her, one brow raised. “That’s a bold claim.” She only smiled in return, eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ll see.” The traffic, unfortunately, wasn’t on their side. It was rush hour, and the streets were packed. Cars inched forward in a slow, honking symphony. But strangely, the time didn’t feel wasted. They talked—nothing deep, just bits and pieces. Music filled the silence in between. The conversati