Todos os capítulos de The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The pen hovered over the paper, trembling ever so slightly in her grasp.Lena Hart stared at the divorce papers laid out like a business contract on the marble table. The law firm’s meeting room was immaculate—polished floors, floor-to-ceiling windows,art on cold gray walls. Impersonal. Lifeless.Much like her marriage. Across from her, Dominic Black—cold, poised, unreadable—sat like a king dismissing a servant. Not a flicker of emotion passed through his sharp features. His navy suit was tailored to perfection, his jaw clean-shaven, his watch glinting under the recessed lights. To the world, he was a brilliant, ruthless billionaire. To her, he was a stranger she used to sleep beside. “This won’t take long,” he said, checking his Rolex. “I have a board meeting in twenty minutes.” So that’s what it had come to. One year of being Mrs. Dominic Black, reduced to a signed document and a tight schedule. Lena’s fingers curled around the pen, her grip tightening. Her throat felt dry, the

The bookstore looked nothing like itself.By noon, the quiet charm of Riverside Books had been overtaken by black posters, soft velvet ropes, and gold-trimmed flyers with the words:“The Black Foundation Gala.”Every surface shined. Lush white orchids spilled from crystal vases. A red carpet covered the entrance. And behind the counter, Lena stood perfectly still—heart pounding as she watched the preparations unfold.He’s really coming.Dominic Black is going to walk through those doors.She had debated calling out sick. Taking Eliana and disappearing to the next town for a few days. But something inside her, something stubborn and protective, had held her back.She wouldn’t run. Not again.“Eliana,” she called softly. “Stay near me, okay?”But there was no answer.Her heart dropped. “Eliana?”She looked behind the counter. Under the reading table. Checked the back room.Nothing.“Eliana!”The crowd outside had started to grow—press, staff, socialites arriving early. Panic twisted in

The bell above the bookstore door chimed softly.Lena looked up from the counter, heart thundering in her chest.And there he was.Dominic Black.He stepped through the doorway like he owned the world. Tall, sharp in a tailored navy suit, his black hair slicked back, jaw tense. His eyes scanned the room—until they locked on her.For a moment, neither of them spoke.The silence between them buzzed louder than words ever could.Lena felt as though the floor beneath her had vanished. Every breath took effort. Every second felt like a year.Dominic was the first to speak.“So it is you.”His voice was low. Controlled. But not calm.Lena straightened. “What do you want, Dominic?”He walked closer, eyes never leaving hers. “Answers.”She swallowed hard. “About what?”“You disappeared five years ago,” he said coldly. “Changed your name. Cut all contact. And now I find you here… with a little girl who looks exactly like me.”Lena stiffened. “You don’t get to walk in here after everything and

Lena stood in the kitchen doorway, watching Eliana talk to her lions as she munched on her apple slices.Dominic was gone.But his presence still lingered—like the scent of his cologne,the weight of memories pressing on her chest.“Max and Leo are best friends now,” Eliana said happily, holding the two lions together.“Who?” Lena asked blinking continuously, to bring herself back from painful memories.“Silly mummy, my lions” Eliana giggled cheerfully.“That’s wonderful, sweetheart,” Lena murmured, brushing a loose curl off her daughter’s forehead.But her hands trembled.She turned away before Eliana could notice, retreating to the small laundry room at the back of the apartment. She pressed her palms against the cool wall and then her chest, finally letting herself breathe.She hadn’t expected it to hit so hard.Seeing Dominic on the floor beside their daughter—smiling, gentle, almost human, pretty sure he was definitely human. That wasn’t the man she remembered from five years ago,

Lena’s POV The school gym smelled faintly of tempera paint and floor polish. Paper lanterns hung from the rafters, each one painted my tiny hands; messy and cute. The low hum of parents chatting filled the air, broken ever so often by bursts of laughter from children darting between tables. Lena firmly gripped the strap of her purse as she scanned the crowd. She had told him not to come, almost texted “never mind”. But when Eliana had asked her this morning if Dominic would be there, her eyes bright with hope, Lena hadn’t been able to say no. And now, he was here. Dominic stood by the refreshment table,gone was the tailored suit instead he wore a dark jean jacket over an opened-collared shirt, looking like he wandered into the wrong universe- except he did not look uncomfortable. He was talking to one of the teachers, nodding as if he was discussing boardroom strategies instead of preschool art. A few mothers were already looking at him over their paper cups of juice,whis