Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wife He Never Wanted: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

SebastianShe is not a weak woman—she’s quite stubborn, in fact. But in front of me, her eyes lost their strength as she lay there, blood seeping from her mouth.Something gripped my whole body. This time, I was overreacting at the sight of her.“Sandra!”“Cassandra!”My heart pounded so hard it sent a throbbing pain through my chest. What I felt in that moment was an overwhelming fear. I held her frail body; her eyes were looking at me as a faint groan escaped her lips."What happened to you?"I could feel her growing weaker and weaker. She couldn’t answer me and then, finally, her eyes closed completely.It was something I never expected, a shocking confusion that felt like it shattered my heart.She was dead…"Cassandra!"My voice filled the room — and slowly my eyes opened, making me realize that what had just happened was only a dream.For the first time, I dreamed of her like that. So real…My breathing was ragged, my body drenched in sweat. “It was just a dream… nothing happene

CassandraTo make everything easier, I finally gave in to my mother’s wishes. Standing in front of a large, luxurious restaurant building, I stepped inside and made my way to a private dining room.I was still confused about the situation, glancing at my mother who had apparently been waiting for me for a while. She smiled, but it gave me a heavy feeling.“Mother, who are we having dinner with tonight?”I agreed to come because I thought it might help improve our relationship. Respecting her as part of the family, I didn’t want to act too harshly. But seeing this private dining room, it seemed clear that it wouldn’t be just the two of us having dinner tonight.A family dinner with others… it was something we very rarely did. I thought the last time was years ago, and even then, it only happened briefly because of how strained things were between us.I could tell anyone that the relationship within our family had a massive wall built between us—like we only cared about ourselves, and I

SebastianI studied Cassandra’s medical report with my hands clenched tightly.I never imagined that the details of her death would be like this—an overdose of antidepressants, a suicide attempt. I mean… all this time, Cassandra always looked fine. She was a strong woman who always did whatever I asked of her.She had so much going for her. I gave her everything she wanted: a comfortable home and as much money as she asked for. My feelings were strange as I read through the report. Ah, really? Over and over, I asked myself the same question.I would have accepted it more easily if she had protested against me—if she had sent me messages like she usually did, telling me to come home just to eat the food she had cooked.She always wanted my attention because she never wanted to be apart from me. Besides… she succeeded if her goal was to delay the divorce for now.“I didn't expect Madam had been through so much….” His tone made my throat tighten. It was so dry that it made me stop brea

SebastianI had been waiting for Alden’s report, eager to end this unease inside me and confirm that what I suspected was true.There he was, standing in front of me with his usual calm expression.“Dylan Kingsley went to Northvale City, Sir,” he reported.I couldn’t wait any longer. I started walking while straightening my suit jacket. “Book me the soonest flight to that city. Immediately.”I hoped I could meet him soon and uncover what he was hiding. That famous lawyer was a real nuisance—just seeing him take Cassandra away, I knew he was capable of filling her head with rotten ideas.Aren’t all lawyers like that? Shameless.It’s been almost a week since I last saw Cassandra because of her so-called death.As I walked, a woman I knew all too well appeared in front of me, her expression cold and hard. Seeing her again still filled me with rage.My raging emotions felt like they could burn me alive.She spoke. “What are you planning to do, Sebastian? Isn’t Dylan that famous lawyer?”I

SebastianI tried so hard, but Cassandra’s absence truly tormented me.The sounds of activity in the kitchen only made me think of her more. Like I once said, she acted like a maid, cooking meals for me over and over again—especially when she said she was my wife.“You have to eat this, Sir.”Alden placed a simple breakfast in front of me, pulling me back to reality.The spread on this table would usually have more than five dishes if Cassandra had prepared it. Honestly, I was only here because Alden had come and begged me over and over to at least get ready a little.I wanted to act like everything was normal, but it hurt deep down. As I held the breakfast he’d served, my foot kicked the sofa where Cassandra always used to sit.Why do I keep thinking she must have felt so lonely? And why was I always so cold to her? The truth is, Cassandra and I had known each other since we were kids—she even became a blood donor for Isabella, yet everything I gave her in return was cruelty.Then,