All Chapters of The Wife He Never Wanted: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Cassandra“Are you feeling better?” Sebastian touched my forehead.Brushing his hand away, I didn’t want him to act as if he cared about me—watching over me, worrying about me. Since I’ve been here, I’ve been under so much pressure that it’s left me feeling utterly exhausted.With a fever and a slight headache, I lay on the bed. Even though he had called the doctor, it didn’t make me want to speak to him.“Your temperature has gone down. You’ll be fine soon, Sandra,” he continued.I stared at him, hoping he would leave my room quickly, letting me rest with only Miles by my side.“Will Mom be okay?” Miles held my hand, making me look at him and smile.“Mom just needs a little rest,” I replied.Because I had just taken medicine, I was starting to feel drowsy.He gave me a small hug with his childlike voice. “Then Mom should rest.”He let go of the hug and smiled. “I want Mom to get well soon.”Miles was always with me, I took care of him and spoiled him a little. Whatever I usually did,

SebastianI didn’t know how this happened, but I guess it was also a kind of fortune. When James called me to deliver the news about Grandpa, Cassandra overheard it as well.Cassandra’s eyes trembled, and she rose from her seat. “What happened to Grandpa?”“He fainted. It seems his condition has worsened.”I hadn’t expected this. The old man who was always so sharp in arguing with me had always seemed healthy. I thought he would live a very long life.Now, when I looked at Cassandra, I could see how deeply the news about my grandfather affected her. Her hands were clasped tightly together.Then I remembered, Cassandra and Grandpa had always been close. They often talked together and seemed genuinely happy. She had been spoiled and praised by him so much that others sometimes thought she was his real granddaughter.Grandpa had always been by her side, defending her, and furious whenever anyone wronged Cassandra. He had never accepted Isabella, not because he was narrow-minded, as I onc

Cassandra“Shut your fucking mouth, Sebastian.”I couldn’t accept him claiming himself as Miles’s father. He was nothing more than the man who raped me.Were my words too harsh? Because that man forced himself on me at that time.I had once longed for us to make love, thinking it would be wonderful and become a beautiful memory. But what he did was nothing less than him raping me.He did it without thinking about me.I tried to focus, but anger pushed me to step closer and jab my finger against his chest.Even though I no longer remembered everything clearly from that night, I still didn’t want him to acknowledge himself as Miles’s father.“Cassandra Moonclaire, what I said is the truth.”My mouth opened, a stiff voice slipping out. “Moon—Moonclaire?” I sneered.Back then, he never even allowed me to use that name. He always said Isabella was the one worthy of it. So every moment, I kept thinking I was full of flaws. Every time I looked in the mirror, the insecurity inside me only gre

POV 3Being in a new place, unexpectedly Miles wasn’t too bad. Here, with an uncle he had just gotten to know, he was playing together.At first, he felt a little uncomfortable, but as time passed, he became calmer. After receiving a phone call from Dylan, he felt even happier knowing that everything was fine.He had just finished breakfast and was holding Sebastian’s hand.Overwhelmed by happiness, he finally leaned against Sebastian, who was being gentle with him.“Uncle, how did you meet Mommy?” Miles asked as he lifted his head.Sebastian deliberately furrowed his brows, as if thinking, and then smiled. “We’ve known each other since childhood. You know, she was very cute back then.”That memory was like a thorn piercing his heart, making him fall silent at that moment. How deep Cassandra’s meaning was to him, and yet he had somehow forgotten about it.Miles moved, changing the expression on his face.“Wow, really? Mom never talked about her childhood.” His voice sounded excited.S

CassandraWhat could I do?I asked myself that again and again, and finally I realized that when he kept pressuring me and acting like I was an object, not a person, I had to act just as crazy as he was. That way I could show him he couldn’t behave however he pleased.I knew I didn’t truly have the great courage to face that looming dark shadow that seemed ready to swallow me; I didn’t want to do it again.But in the end I spoke to him firmly.“You think I wouldn’t dare, Sebastian?” I clenched my fist hard.I wanted to really put pressure on him, to see the side of him that this time looked so panicked, his eyes unfocused and his lips trembling.I hadn’t expected it to work, but it did. And he grabbed my shoulders.“Don’t ever think of leaving again, Sandra.” His voice was dry. “Don’t ever take medicine like you did before.”I glanced at Dylan; he looked surprised by my statement, but I knew he would understand what I was doing.I smiled at him, a smile that sent a shiver through Seba