All Chapters of A Wife For Seven Days : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The bathroom door opened. Xander slid the phone back onto the nightstand immediately. He rose, shoving his hands into his pockets, his face blank as if nothing had happened. Tatiana entered the room, her hair damp, a clean dress draped around her figure. She walked to the bed quietly, and the first thing she picked up was her phone. It was off. Her brows furrowed in confusion. "Strange…" she murmured, pressing the button. "How did this go off suddenly?" "Why bother with a phone, if you can’t even remember to charge it?" Xander's voice was calm. Tatiana glanced at him, startled by his sudden words. His face betrayed nothing; his posture was relaxed but commanding. He must be right, she thought, until she plugged the charger into the phone. Her eyes instantly widened with both shock and confusion. "64 percent battery." She whispered, her finger lingering around the power button. "How, did it…?" Before Tatiana could turn it on, Xander’s voice cut through the silence

“I deserve a pat, right?” “Karl, you are insane!” David’s voice cracked with disbelief. His cousin’s audacity both impressed and terrified him. “What if he had lashed out at you?” “Can he? He treated me like a kid for years, and now I’m just giving it back to him. Frustrating him is nothing.” His eyes glimmered with mischief, but underneath, there was a storm that only David could glimpse. “Karl Hart, you’re pushing it too much,” David warned, shaking his head. “I almost thought—” “That I hated her?” Karl cut him off, his tone sharp. Then his expression softened, but only slightly. “Bro, I’m twenty. Forgotten? I’m no longer sixteen.” He let out a heavy, theatrical sigh and threw his hands up again as though the whole world was blind to his growth. “You two still treat me like I’ve never grown up. Especially Alex.” He let out another sigh, this one deeper, almost wounded. “I’m just giving him a taste of the frustration I felt for three years. And now what? He treats me like s

"I already know your marriage is only for seven days, Tatiana Richardson." Tatiana froze mid-step, fighting to keep her breathing steady. She had thought he was finished with her when he allowed her to leave—only for his words to strike her like poison. Seven days... he knows? Slowly, Tatiana turned, meeting Jacob's gaze. Her lips trembled, but her voice came out calm, clipped. “I... I don’t know what... you’re talking about.” Jacob rose from his chair. His eyes, sharp and calculating, locked onto hers as he came around the desk, each step deliberate. “You can’t fool me, girl,” his voice cut like ice. “Nothing in this house hides from me. Not your husband’s lies. Not your pathetic little secrets.” Tatiana swallowed hard. Her nails pressed deep into her palm. “Grandfather, Xander and I love each other...” “You dare lie to my face?...I brought you into this family for a reason. But you turned your back on our deal and made an arrangement with my grandson that I had no

The tension hung heavy, broken only by the sharp scrape of Isabel’s fork as she stabbed her food. She shot a quick glare at Tatiana, who still hadn’t raised her head, her calmness maddening to even Selena. Jacob, with a commanding air, bellowed, “I’ve spoken,” his cane tapping the polished floor. “The lawyers will begin the preparation for the transfer.” The old man’s jaw tightened, barely able to contain his anger with a straight face. “You are willing to give me back my inheritance?” Xander was shocked. He looked at Jacob, trying to decipher his intentions, but the old man held it calmly—almost with a lovely calm. Xander leaned back in his chair, his sharp jawline tilted slightly as he regarded his grandfather with unreadable eyes. “What changed?” His tone was cold, low, edged with suspicion. Jacob’s lips curved into a smirk, though his eyes briefly flickered toward Tatiana. “Let’s just say, your wife made me see reason.” Xander wasn’t expecting this answer. His brows

The dining hall’s voices still echoed faintly in the back of Xander’s mind as he carried Tatiana in his arms through the corridor. His grip on her was firm but careful, each step steady as though he feared she would break apart if he faltered even slightly. She felt too light in his arms, fragile, her faint sobs still trembling against his chest. Her face pressed into him, wetting his shirt with tears, and each drop burned into his skin like fire. Xander's jaw clenched, his throat tightening with emotions he refused to hide. By the time he reached their room, Tatiana had gone quiet. She wasn’t asleep—her lashes fluttered faintly against his chest, and he could feel the faint rise and fall of her shallow breaths. She looked exhausted, her strength drained by the cruel words flung at her like stones. Xander set her down on the bed gently, his hand lingering at her waist longer than necessary before pulling back. Tatiana turned her face to the side, hiding her expression. Her