All Chapters of The Wife He Never Wanted: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Sebastian“Sir, it appears they are the same person.”Grey, the head of security from the special team I formed, reported the results of his investigation.My chest felt as if it were being pressed down hard, filled with impatience.“You still don’t know who the culprit is?”I was still consumed by overwhelming anger. When I finally get my hands on that bastard, I’ll do something brutal to him until he screams for mercy, and it won’t end there.Grey stepped closer and placed several photographs in front of me, making it impossible for me to look away. The face in every photo was the same, only captured from different angles.I tried to search my memory. I didn’t know this man. I couldn’t remember him at all.“Who is he?”“Brian Gates, a 35-year-old man, the son of Stark Gates,” Grey said.At that moment, I remembered the Gates family. They were a family that received capital injections from the Monclair family—quite a lot, in fact. Stark Gates had even been pushed to become highly suc

MilesMom left. She said she was going to work, but I didn’t see her carrying her work bag like she usually does.At that moment, I worried that Mom might be lying to me and ignoring me. That person said I had been mean to Mom by forcing her, as if she had never felt pain before.If Mom really got angry with me and completely ignored me, I would be very sad.I really don’t want to lose Mom. She’s always by my side and always gives her best for me.I let out a long breath. “What’s wrong, Miles? Do you need anything else?”Genna, as usual, asked kindly. She was friendly and really made me feel calm.“Can I have a smoothie?” I asked her sweetly.As Genna nodded, I knew that the moment she turned around, she would immediately make me a smoothie.I sat back and relaxed, waiting for Mom to come. I wanted to spend time with her. Even though I actually missed Dad too, I didn’t want to see him at all.My anger toward him was stronger, maybe because he had lied to me.Leaning back, I tried to e

CassandraThe first day without Miles felt incredibly empty.Honestly, I wanted to hold him back, to keep him close to me, by my side, because I was the one who found it hardest to be apart from him. But I knew that the recent situation had been chaotic, and he needed some peace and quiet.I couldn’t stop him, because I didn’t want to make things heavier for him. The pressure was worrying. It wasn’t that I doubted Miles, only that it was better not to complicate the situation further and risk everything falling apart in the end.Genna had handed me a cup of warm coffee fifteen minutes ago, yet I still didn’t feel truly calm. I sat there, gently stroking Nakka’s head.The dog had grown bigger now, and he didn’t seem very energetic either, perhaps because Miles wasn’t around.Taking time like this to calm myself down—I was quite fortunate, since I didn’t have a packed schedule. My work was done, and there were no court hearings scheduled in the near future.I let out a long breath as I

SebastianThose rumors were extremely irritating for me to hear and read. I had already given them warnings, responded to them, and tried to turn the situation to Cassandra’s advantage.But still, there would always be people who thought with their filthy minds.At the bar, while I was trying to calm myself so I wouldn’t sink too deep after Miles said he hated me, my time was disturbed by a conversation not far from me.“Isn’t this that woman?”The three men there were talking very loudly. They’d been rowdy for a while, which had already been bothering me, but I was too lazy to say anything.I just kept drinking and drinking.“Sir, would you like me to throw them out?” Alden seemed to notice.I said nothing—not even looking at him, and took another swallow of my drink. As I’d grown older, it turned out there were many things that had to be done. Just because I did something extraordinary didn’t mean I never felt tired at all.I just always acted as if I didn’t feel it. That often happ

DylanToday is the day of my meeting with an old friend, Professor Johnson.I’ve been really looking forward to this meeting because it’s been a long time since we last saw each other, and I feel guilty for often ignoring his messages.I let out a long sigh.“Dad, is Professor Johnson coming?” Miles tugged on the sleeve of my suit, looking up at me with sparkling eyes.I knew this made him excited because he had also met Professor Johnson many times. Even though he called him the same way we did, he always regarded Professor Johnson as his own grandfather.Thinking back to the past, when Sandra was struggling, Professor Johnson was even involved in taking care of Miles. He changed his diapers and played with him. He truly deserved to be called his grandpa.“Yes. He’ll be here soon.”I lied a little, because in reality, Professor Johnson was already twenty minutes late. He had never been like this before, he was always someone who was punctual.He could truly be called an old soul.But