All Chapters of The Wife He Never Wanted: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CassandraThe fact is, I was able to get out of that situation thanks to Dylan. He ordered his secretary to take me to Nevehlas and start a new life.That was also the beginning of how I managed to escape the life that had tortured me for so long.“Forgive me, Son..”I stroked my belly, feeling its presence inside me. Whatever I felt, it must have felt too. And I almost killed it, fortunately, it’s still in my womb, and that’s what sometimes makes me reflect on my sins.Dylan was right when he said that time is the best healer. Even though sometimes I still feel restless and shed tears, I do feel better.There are moments when I cry over those terrible memories, feeling an overwhelming exhaustion, and Dylan stays with me. Even when he’s busy, he makes time for me. That’s something I never got from Sebastian.That cold man would never give me that, not even to simply ask how I was doing. I pick up some documents near me—under Dylan’s guidance, he’s helping me finish my long-delayed st

CassandraIt was a bright day. I felt like my days were becoming brighter and more joyful. Just two days ago, I had won another case I was handling—again.I breathed slowly as I remembered how, four years ago, my professor recommended me to a law firm and I started working there.On the other hand, they also knew me as the lawyer with anxiety.I had thought about it, considered it over and over. This wouldn’t last forever, but I had to create a version of myself that was completely different. The strong Cassandra.This morning, I was already at the park, watching him laughing with Dylan.“Miles! Come here.”I raised my hand, making him immediately notice my presence, which made him happy. With a wide smile, he ran to me and hugged me tightly.“Mom!”He was my sweet boy, the one I gave birth to four years ago. Miles was truly like an angel, just seeing him made all the pain of giving birth disappear.But something makes me uneasy. He has leukemia, and I’m still looking for a matching d

SebastianBack from dinner with Isabella. I could tell it didn’t feel the same as it used to. Usually, I would be enthusiastic and full of attention.I’d listen to everything she said, give her meaningful gifts, even without her asking. Diamonds, something precious, or anything else, whatever it was, she deserved it. I would make sure she had it.Damn it. Why does giving her things now feel so heavy?When she asked for a peridot earring, she had to say it three times. I bought it, feeling guilty for constantly ignoring her. A part of me felt like I was playing a cruel game.The other part understood that I was supposed to fulfill what she wanted, like the promise I made back then… to my savior.Lying on the bed with an empty feeling. Another layer of guilt kept spinning in my head. I had tried, to return to who I was before, but I failed.The next day, dinner with Grandpa took place. It wasn’t that I wanted to be here, but my body only moved by habit, following orders without spirit

SebastianI sit on the sofa that used to be her favorite spot.Funnily enough, over the past few years, this sofa has become my favorite place too. Whenever I return home, sitting here brings back memories of her over and over again.I still can’t believe how much she lingers in my memory. In a way, being here feels like my own form of penance.Wasn’t this the spot where she often waited, only to be met with cold treatment from me?When I went out for an errand and saw a silhouette that resembled her, I nearly laughed at myself. Come on, Cassandra is truly gone.But it made me feel awful. A massive emptiness has been tearing at my chest, and again and again, I feel that sharp pain inside.The sound of a bottle falling doesn’t distract me at all.I just take another bottle, drinking with a blank stare, as if scenes from the past are playing right in front of me.When we were kids, our relationship wasn’t this bad. Cassandra, who often followed me around, wasn’t treated coldly. Sometimes

CassandraI had taken care of several matters to prepare for the trial. Sometimes I still had worries, in case we ended up meeting.I was relieved that until now, that meeting hadn’t happened. But staying here made me uneasy, because I often heard news about Sebastian.Maybe I should have let Dylan and Miles come with me that time, it would have been fun and might have been better. I quickly pushed that thought away; they would be here soon anyway.Dylan was probably doing his job perfectly again, winning several awards for the cases he had handled. He truly was an impressive man, but sometimes that was exactly what made things difficult for me.Dylan showing that he loved me only made me feel guilty. He should love a woman better than me. I’m sure he could find her, he deserves that.As soon as the car arrived at the house, I let out a sigh. I needed to rest for a bit, to soak in warm water with that soft scent of roses.When I stepped inside, something instantly caught my attention,