บททั้งหมดของ His Wife On Paper : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

CHAPTER 1 Eliora's POVI woke before sunrise and laid the table the way I always do—plates aligned, napkins smoothed flat, cutlery straight as a prayer. The tea breathed softly.I checked the bread twice, adjusted a spoon that didn’t need adjusting, and tried not to stare at the doorway like a fool. Maybe today he’d glance at me. Maybe a “good morning” would fall from his lips and remind me I wasn’t invisible. I pressed my palm over the linen to still the silly flutter in my chest, then lifted the water jug.“She’s useless.” Tonia’s voice rang through the dining room. I set down the water jug and began serving the soup.“She has been useless since the day that father of yours forced her on you to help that sick father of hers.” That’s how it has been—always talking about me like I wasn’t there.I greeted, “Good morning, Mother.” She scoffed, her eyes full of disdain. She took a seat next to her son, Kian, my husband, who hasn’t said a word to me since morning.He didn’t even look at

CHAPTER 3Eliora's POV No matter how hard I tried to think of it, to defend him from the voices in my head, it was the truth that Kian never loved me.The picture was just a confirmation of the truth I had never wanted to acknowledge—a reminder that I was nothing to him, just a placeholder.And I have finally accepted it.My eyes swept over the packed suitcases waiting patiently to be carried, then back to the time… 2:40 a.m., and Kian was still nowhere to be seen.I exhaled slowly, trying to calm the heavy ache that rested in my chest. I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them. I reached for the huge brown envelope sitting idle on my vanity.My fingers trembled as I opened it, bringing out its content.It was something I had gotten long ago but never had the courage to open.Funny how when we feel at our lowest, we face the things we thought we never could.My fingers traced *Kian* written on the divorce papers. A name that once caused butterflies to rise in my belly seemed like po

CHAPTER 5 Eliora's POV I forced my spine straight. “Mr. Donovan.”His jaw ticked, but he didn’t say anything, just stared at me. I did my best to keep my face neutral, even if I was burning inside.Why the hell is he in front of me? He has the guts to show his face after what he did? Of course, what else did I expect?He hadn't said a word, and the tension between us was thick enough to cut through with a knife. Our eyes were locked, intense and unflinching. I didn’t back down from his intimidating gaze, and he didn’t either.The familiar fragrance of his cologne brought back memories I didn’t want to remember—memories that did nothing but make my heart ache.Elijah cleared his throat and stepped between us like a protective shield, causing Kian to finally shift his cold gaze toward him, as if only just noticing his presence.Elijah extended his hand. “Elijah Banks,” he stated. “Eliora’s fiancé.”The word "fiancé" seemed to echo in my ears for some reason. The tension that followed

CHAPTER 7Eliora’s POV“The board members are ready and waiting, ma’am,”my assistant, Clara, whispered, trying to match my quick steps.“Good,” I replied. Even though nothing was good about the meeting that was about to be held. It was a meeting about him. Kian.The elevator chimed and opened. I stepped out, Clara following behind, her face down on the work tablet clutched tightly in her hands.As we reached the boardroom, I swiped my sweaty palm on my blazer. If he joins, everything I’ve built could unravel. I took a deep breath while Clara pushed the door open.I walked in, straight to my chair at the head of the table, greeted by a few tight nods which I returned with a small smile.The moment I took my seat and straightened my spine, one of the investors spoke.“We have a promising new investor who's shown serious interest—”I cut him off, not wanting to hear any more. “I’m aware. And I strongly object.”The room fell silent, each investor passing confused glances to each other.I

CHAPTER 9Eliora's POV “He did what?”Zoey’s voice rang through the kitchen like an explosion. I just kept tracing the rim of my coffee cup with my finger. My eyes felt heavier than usual.Did I have a sleepless night? Yes.Why? One word? Kian.I looked up to find Zoey now pacing the kitchen, bare feet tapping across the marble tiles, her oversized T-shirt fluttering as she spun back and forth like she was the one who got kissed.“This really doesn’t make any sense at all,” she huffed, throwing her hands in the air. “Ah, the nerve of him, honestly!”I shifted on the stool, uncomfortable with how loud her emotions were, especially when mine felt so… jammed. Like I couldn’t get a grip on them long enough to know what I actually felt.“He can’t just kiss you because he feels entitled to answers,” she snapped, turning sharply to face me. “Who the hell does he think he is?”I didn’t respond.She stared for a beat, waiting for a response, maybe.But when I said nothing, she kept going.“He