All Chapters of The Forsaken Wife's Empire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

(Patricia’s POV) I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. The woman looking back at me didn’t look like the old me. Her eyes were bright and confident, her hair perfectly styled, and her lips painted in bold red lipstick. The tailored grey jumpsuit fit like it was made for her, her designer bag hung neatly on her arm, and her sharp heels clicked like power itself. It was Monday... the start of a new week. And one step closer to the surprise I was preparing for the Bedfords. James had already scheduled my meetings with the Bedford Corporation shareholders. One after the other, each on a different day. Today, I’d meet the first one. I took a deep breath, and walked out of my room. My heels clicked firmly against the marble floor as I made my way down the stairs. “Good morning, Mummy!” Julie’s cheerful voice rang out as she ran toward me. For a moment, I froze. I had forgotten I wasn’t alone anymore, that I had a new home now. It had been two days already, but som

(Mason’s POV) I sat quietly in the meeting room at Smithfield headquarters. James had called an hour ago, asking me to bring the plan for the new project. He said it was urgent... the president wanted to review it this morning. So, I came as fast as I could, even though my mind wasn’t in the best place. I had seen Patricia today, at Liam’s school. It was his first day, and I went to drop him off. Then I saw her in the lobby. For a moment, I thought my eyes were deceiving me. But they weren’t. It was her, Patricia. Except she looked... different. Stronger. More confident. The door opened, pulling me out of my thoughts. I straightened up as James walked in, wearing his usual confident smile. “I’m sorry,” he said, handing me the file, “but you might need to revise this again. The president expects exceptional results from this project. The plan has to be perfect.” I sighed and rubbed my temples. This was the third rejection. Each time, they said the same thing.. “revise it.” No deta

(Raymond’s POV) I had been in Patricia’s room since last night, taking care of her. Her fever still hadn’t gone down, even after taking the fever reliever. I couldn’t leave her like that. I stayed awake through the night, wiping her body with a clean towel and warm water, hoping it would help. I didn’t understand how she could neglect her health until it got this bad. “Call the doctor, Tim,” I said quietly to Timothy. All night, I had prayed for morning to come, and now it was finally five o’clock. It wasn’t too early to get the doctor here. Timothy nodded and left the room. I walked back to Patricia’s bedside and sat beside her. My eyes lingered on her face. She looked pale and weak, but still so beautiful. I noticed a loose strand of hair laying across her cheek, and before I could stop myself, my hand reached out to brush it away. But I didn’t pull my hand back. It stayed there, resting gently against her soft, flawless skin. My heart pounded as my fingers brushed her cheek

(Patricia’s POV)“We’ve secured a total of 15% shares from the Bedford’s shareholders,” James said excitedly as he walked into my office. “Here’s the document for your review, ma’am.”He dropped the document on my table, and I quickly reached for it. This was the news I’d been waiting for all day.I had earlier asked James to represent me at the shareholders’ meeting because I’d been unwell for days and couldn’t make it to work.“So, the shareholders agreed to our terms?” I asked as I flipped through the pages.“Who wouldn’t?” he said with a grin. “Everyone wants a piece of Smithfield, even if it means selling their birthright.”I nodded in satisfaction and quietly placed the papers back on the table. “This is good news.”“Yes, ma’am,” James said, smiling. “We only need the Chairman’s signature on that paper, and everything will be complete.”My brows furrowed. The Chairman’s signature. Mr. Gilbert’s signature. My mind raced. There was no way he would agree to sign this document if he

(Patricia’s POV)I sat in the backseat, staring out the window at the tall building ahead. At the center of the glass wall, the name “Velvet Sky Hotel” was written on a grey metal board. It was a seven-star hotel, the most prestigious in the city. It used to belong to Mr. Smith, and now it belonged to me.Most top companies held their important meetings here. The hotel offered both comfort and high security, exactly what businessmen wanted.“Are you sure you want to do this?” James asked quietly from the front seat.He must have noticed my hesitation through the rearview mirror.“Do you have the documents ready?” I asked, ignoring his question.He nodded and held up a file. “Yes. They’re right here.”“Good,” I said simply, turning back to the window. “Let’s fi...”I stopped mid-sentence when my phone beeped. A new notification. I pulled it out and checked. It was a message from Raymond.> “I’m sorry, Patricia, but I might not come to pick you up this evening. I have urgent work and mi