All Chapters of Your Husband's Real Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 31: Pregnancy and Betrayal

“I’m pregnant,” Celina said, the words cracking in the air like brittle glass.Her sister froze mid-step, blinking as if she hadn’t heard right—or was hoping she hadn’t.Silence followed. Thick, unmoving. Not the kind that brings peace, but the kind that crushes. Even the ticking clock on the wall seemed to pause. The room held its breath.“You’re what?” her sister finally asked, voice low, disbelieving.“Pregnant.” Celina lowered herself onto the edge of the bed, as though her knees no longer trusted her weight. Her hands knotted together in her lap, the way they always did when she was trying to hold something in—fear, maybe. Or heartbreak.“It’s Gabriel’s.”Those three words changed everything.Her sister inhaled sharply, but still didn’t speak.Celina couldn’t look up. Couldn’t bear to meet the eyes of someone who might see straight through her. Her shoulders sagged. The confession had taken more out of her than she thought.It wasn’t just the pregnancy.It was the shame. The betr

Last Updated : 2025-06-15

Chapter 32: She Was Done

“I just need you to hear me out,” Gabriel said, his voice tight with desperation as he stood in the middle of their living room—the same room where promises had once felt real.Andrea didn’t look up from the suitcase spread open on the bed. Her movements were calm, deliberate. Clothes folded methodically, placed with care. Not rushed. Not chaotic. Controlled—like her breathing.“I’m not asking you to forgive me,” he continued, stepping closer. “Not right away. But you have to know… Celina means nothing now.”Now.The word echoed like a slap.Andrea paused, her hand resting on a blouse—ivory silk, delicate, the one she wore on their fifth anniversary. They had danced in that blouse. Laughed. Kissed.The irony burned through her chest.She lifted the blouse slowly, then folded it in half with precision. No emotion on her face, but her silence screamed.“You keep saying she means nothing,” she said at last, her tone low and icy. “But I meant everything—and you threw that away.”She zipp

Last Updated : 2025-06-21

Chapter 33: The Letter

Gabriel, I don’t even know where to begin. Celina sat at the small desk in her temporary bedroom, the light from the nearby window dimming into that soft, melancholy gray of late afternoon. The pen in her hand trembled, but not from fear—no, she wasn’t afraid anymore. Just… tired. I used to picture writing something like this to you. But in those dreams, the letter was romantic, filled with excitement about the life we were going to build. Not this. She paused, eyes misting over as she stared at the word not. It lingered like a stain. She pulled in a breath and kept going. I loved you. Fully. Honestly. Even when you made it hard to. Even when you asked me to keep secrets I didn’t understand yet. I believed you when you said I was the only one. I believed you when you said the ring meant everything. Her hand faltered. The ring. She hadn't worn it in days. She kept it in the bottom of her bag, wrapped in tissue—half out of respect, half because she couldn’t bear to throw it away

Last Updated : 2025-06-21

Chapter 34: That's Growth

“Can we add more light to the center display? The shadows are swallowing the texture.”Andrea’s voice carried through the small gallery hall—clear, composed, with just enough authority to send her assistant moving without question. She stood directly in front of the tall canvas, arms crossed, assessing every detail with the critical eye of someone who knew what a story should feel like, not just look like.Her hair was pinned up in a loose twist, secured with a paint-streaked pencil she hadn’t even realized she was still carrying. Her blouse was crisp, her posture relaxed but focused. She didn’t just stand there—she belonged there.The canvas in front of her, though not her own, was a piece she had selected with intention. Its coarse textures and unpredictable palette whispered something real—something raw.Andrea stepped forward, eyes narrowing slightly. “There. Right there. The emotion’s in the brushwork. Let’s not let it disappear.”“Yes, ma’am. I’ll adjust the dimmers,” the assist

Last Updated : 2025-06-22

Chapter 35: An Unexpected Meeting

“Is this seat taken?”Andrea glanced up from her coffee, her mind still half-lost in the document open on her tablet. The voice was familiar, soft but steady—threaded with something that pulled her sharply into the present.“No,” she replied instinctively, before the rest of the surprise registered.Her fingers froze on the rim of her cup. “Celina.”Celina gave a single nod, setting her canvas tote gently on the neighboring chair. Her movements were careful, almost rehearsed, as if she, too, wasn’t sure if this moment was real.“Andrea.”The name sat quietly between them, neither warm nor cold—just… honest.Andrea leaned back slowly, studying the woman across from her. The last time they’d shared space, it was as the collateral damage of one man’s betrayal.Now, it was just two women. No accusations. No noise. Just a quiet riverside café, two cups of coffee, and years of unspoken truths waiting to unfold. For a moment, neither woman moved, the hush of evening broken only by distant t

Last Updated : 2025-06-22

Chapter 36: A Man With None

“Sir. Gabriel.”He looked up from his desk—eyes bloodshot, collar slightly wrinkled. His assistant, usually brisk but respectful, stood at the doorway with a tight expression.“What is it?”“There’s… another journalist at the lobby asking about the ‘double marriage’ rumor. PR has been fielding calls since this morning.”Gabriel’s jaw clenched. “Tell them no comment.”“I have. But it’s not going away.” She hesitated. “Sir, the board wants to meet. Today. At five.”He stared at her. “The board?”She nodded. “All of them.”When she left, the silence rang louder than any scandal.Gabriel sat back in his leather chair, eyes drifting toward the window of his high-rise office. The skyline stretched before him like it always had—pristine, powerful, detached. But today, it felt like a glass case cracking from the inside.His phone buzzed again, vibrating insistently against the glass coffee table. Another missed call—this one from a long-time client. Then another followed, flashing the name of

Last Updated : 2025-06-22

Chapter 37: Life Was Moving

I used to be the woman who waited.Waited for messages to be answered. For plans to be made. For affection to return when it grew quiet. I waited for him to choose me, even when I already wore his ring.I smiled through silence. I made excuses for distance. I studied his moods the way a sailor studies the tides—anticipating the storm before it arrived but never preparing to leave the shore.I thought that was love.I thought sacrifice meant strength. That endurance was proof of devotion.But I was wrong.I see that now.The woman I was… she wanted so badly to be enough. She dressed the part. She learned his world. She softened every edge of herself to fit into his.I remember standing beside him at dinners, hand on his arm, smiling at strangers who called us “perfect.” I played my role so well I started to believe it myself.Until the curtain ripped.Until the script failed.Until another woman’s name found its way into my hands, and the perfect image shattered like cheap glass.I did

Last Updated : 2025-06-22

Chapter 38: You Let It Die

“Sign here.”Andrea’s voice was soft. It's controlled. Her fingers slid the thick envelope across the marble kitchen counter.Gabriel blinked at it like it was radioactive.“What… what is this?”“You already know.”His throat worked to swallow the lump forming. “Andrea, come on. We can talk about this. Come home with me."“We’ve talked, Gabriel,” she said, not raising her voice. Not even a hint of anger, it's just a terrible, echoing calm. “You just never listened.”Gabriel remained frozen, staring at the topmost page: Petition for the Dissolution of Marriage.“No, no—wait.” He pushed it back toward her. “This… you don’t mean this. You’re just angry. Hurt. You found something, didn’t you? You misunderstood.”Andrea gave a tired laugh. “You think this is about one thing?!” She stepped back, arms folded across her chest. “You’ve been feeding me silence for months. Half-smiles. Excuses. Lies dressed up as business trips.”Gabriel opened his mouth, but Andrea cut him off.“Do you know whe

Last Updated : 2025-07-12

Chapter 39: Fate?

“Is that really you, Andrea Velasco?”Andrea turned at the sound, the familiarity of it striking her chest like a sudden breeze on a warm day. A laugh caught in her throat before her eyes even found the source, because she knew that voice. Knew it deep in her bones, in some dusty corner of her memory where laughter was louder and life was lighter.She hadn’t heard it in over a decade.But she could never forget it.“No way…” she breathed, eyes widening as she took a step forward, her smile blooming in disbelief.He grinned, older now, broader shoulders, a little more tired in the eyes, but still unmistakably him. That boy who once dared her to climb rooftops and run through midnight rain, who knew her before the world taught her to be guarded.And for the first time in a long time, she felt like that girl again. Surprised. Soft. Unarmored.Home, somehow. The man standing just a few steps away was broader now, with a few laugh lines that hadn’t been there back in college. But the smi

Last Updated : 2025-07-12

Chapter 40: Couldn't Undo

The mail sat untouched on Andrea's hallway console, half-hidden under a grocery flyer and a bank statement she hadn’t bothered to open. She walked past it three times that day, once with her coffee, once on the way to her desk, and again with her folded laundry in hand. Each time, her eyes flicked over the envelope bearing her name, but her hand never reached for it. Cream paper. No return address. Just her name written in the familiar slant of someone she used to know better than anyone.Andrea Reyes.Her name stared back at her from the envelope, handwritten in bold, unfamiliar script. No return address. No explanation.It sat on the edge of the counter, too heavy for something so small. She hadn’t opened it. Not yet.And she wouldn’t—not today.The envelope would stay there for days, untouched. Moved only when she wiped the table or shifted groceries around it. Like a ghost in plain sight.Because she already knew.The night it was written, something in her chest had clenched—tigh

Last Updated : 2025-07-13

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