All Chapters of The CEO's Forbidden Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The quiet between them felt fragile, like something rebuilt after being broken, careful not to fall apart again.Kathalina looked out the window again, but this time her reflection was smiling, faintly calm, thoughtful, almost peaceful.When they reached her company building, Thirdie didn’t let go of her hand right away. She looked down at their intertwined fingers, then up at him.“I’ll handle the files,” she said gently. “You don’t need to worry.”“I’ll still worry,” he replied, his thumb brushing lightly across her knuckles. “That’s my right as the man who loves you.”Her heart skipped, and for a second, she couldn’t find her words. So instead, she nodded. “I’ll message you when I’m done.”“I’ll pick you up,” he said simply, leaving no room for argument. “And I’ll also send someone from the company to help you with the files; you don’t have to do everything alone.”Kathalina looked at him, a bit touched by his tone. And as she stepped out of the

Kathalina pulled back quickly, her face flushing. “Steve!” she hissed, trying to glare at him.Thirdie gave Steve a calm, unimpressed look, the kind that could freeze an entire boardroom…but his gaze held a flicker of something unreadable, not anger, not annoyance, just quiet control.“Still talk too much,” he said coolly.Steve raised his hands in surrender, chuckling. “Hey, I’m just saying, this is rare! The great Thirdie Stone smiling? Someone writes that down.”He grinned wider, glancing between them. “You do know he’s famous for that. Every magazine and newspaper photo was stone-faced, serious, not even a hint of a smile. People online said they weren’t sure he even knew how.”She tried not to laugh, though a small smile tugged at her lips. Thirdie, however, didn’t react, and his calm expression remained the same, except for the faintest glint in his eyes that suggested amusement he wouldn’t show.Kathalina shook her head. “Ignore him,” she said to Thirdie.Thirdie’s voice soften

Jeff parked the car neatly in front of the house and got out to open the door for them. Kathalina stepped out first, followed by Thrdie.He then followed the two, carrying a few plastic bags filled with the snacks and simple meals they had picked out earlier. The night air was cool and calm, carrying the faint scent of rain. Leaves rustled softly along the driveway as their footsteps echoed quietly against the ground.For a while, no one spoke. It was a peaceful kind of silence, the kind that settles in after a long day.When they stepped inside, Kathalina went straight to the kitchen. She tied her hair up in a loose bun and rolled her sleeves to her elbows, the small gesture softening her usually composed look. The quiet hum of the refrigerator filled the still air as she cleared a space on the counter.“Oh, you got everything,” she said when she saw Jeff coming in with the bags.“Yeah,” Jeff replied with a small laugh. “I still can’t believe we actually went into a convenience store

Two people lay on a bed far too small for them, breath mingling in the darkness, sharing the same air… and one unspoken truth lying silently between them.Kathalina tried to sleep.She really tried.She shut her eyes, counted sheep backward, changed positions, adjusted her pillow, but nothing worked.Her chest felt too warm.Her mind is too loud.The presence beside her was too close.She finally shifted a little, hoping she wouldn’t disturb him, but her arm brushed against something warm and solid.Thirdie.She froze.“S-sorry…” she whispered.She thought he was asleep.But his voice came low, soft, just inches behind her.“You can’t sleep?”Her breath caught. “I—I can.”He didn’t answer.The silence stretched, calm but heavy.Embarrassed, she slowly turned her back to him, facing the wall.Maybe that would help.But she didn’t expect what happened next.The mattress dipped, and then strong arms slid around her waist.He pulled her gently, closing the space between them.Kathalina st

Across the city, while Kathalina slept peacefully in Thirdie’s arms, someone else was wide awake.Agnes barely slept at all. She sat on her bed in the dark, eyes glued to her phone screen, refreshing social media again and again. Her heart pounded with fear and jealousy. Every new post made her fingers tremble.“Let’s see if she can face the world head high,” she muttered under her breath. “She will be ruined again.”She picked up her phone and called the one person she trusted for her dirty work, Gretchen Young, her longtime friend who worked in media.Gretchen answered groggily. “Agnes? It’s three in the morning.”“I know, I just—” Agnes hissed, lowering her voice as if the walls themselves might be listening. She paused, breath trembling with barely contained spite. “I need another favor. Kathalina is back in the city again… and I want her ruined. Ruined to the point she’ll leave again and never come back.” Her tone darkened, a cold echo of the past. “I want you to do what you did