Alle Kapitel von The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife : Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

~ ISLA ~By late afternoon, the air had turned warmer but remained pleasant. The sky was washed in soft hues of gold and pale blue.Grandma insisted the weather was “too beautiful to waste indoors,” so we decided to set up dinner by the lakeside just behind her house.The small wooden deck overlooking the water had always been my favorite place growing up. It was where Grandma dried herbs in the summer and where I used to sit with my textbooks, pretending I preferred studying over watching the sunset.Alistair rolled up the sleeves of his expensive shirt without complaint as he helped carry the grill outside. It still amazed me how naturally he fit into this place. The intimidating CEO persona was completely gone. In his place was a different version of Alistair, one rarely seen by others—gentle and humble. The people here were lucky to witness this side of him.Grandma had invited a few of her close neighbors, and they arrived one by one, carrying homemade side dishes and bottles of

~ ALISTAIR ~I tried calling Jacob again.Once. Twice. Three times. But the line went straight to voicemail every single time.My fingers hovered over the phone, tightening around it. Being out of coverage wasn’t new for Jacob, but this felt different. He must be in real trouble. Judging from what I heard in the background earlier, it sounded like he was escaping from something. My mind began to calculate, piecing together the possibilities.I pressed a button on the intercom. “Evan. Come to my office. Now.”Seconds later, he entered, brisk as always. “Sir? Is there any problem?”“Close the door,” I ordered, my voice flat and precise. “Sit.”Evan’s brow creased slightly. “What… what do you need me to do, sir?”I leaned back, my eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “I just received a call from Jacob. He’s in trouble. I can’t reach him now. I want you to trace his last phone signal. Immediately. I want to know where he was, who was near him, and what direction he moved.”Evan hesitated for a

~ ISLA ~“Alistair—!”I woke up with a sharp gasp and sat up abruptly, my breath uneven.My chest rose and fell rapidly as sweat soaked my skin, my heart pounding so loudly that I could hear it in my ears.The dream was too vivid in my mind. Alistair… covered in blood. His white shirt had been soaked red, his body barely standing as he looked at me with those sharp eyes that had always been calm and composed. But in the dream, there had been something different in them—pain… and exhaustion.The room was dark and quiet except for the faint ticking of the clock hanging on the wall. I reached for the remote control and turned the lights on. Warm light instantly flooded the space.I placed a hand over my chest, trying to calm myself. My pulse was still erratic. That dream was the most horrible nightmare I had ever had. What was that supposed to mean?Slowly, I turned to the other side of the bed.The sheets were perfectly neat. There was no trace of Alistair. He wasn’t there.My fingers

~ ISLA ~ Days passed. I stopped counting after the third. The hospital had always been my entire world. The steady beeping of machines, the hurried footsteps in the hallway, the faint smell of antiseptic in the air—everything blended into a dull, endless routine. But it felt different this time. Because at the center of it all… was Alistair. He hadn’t woken up yet. He was still lying on the hospital bed, unconscious. I rarely left his side. I stayed by his bed, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat through the monitor as if it were the only thing keeping me grounded. Sometimes, I would hold his hand. Sometimes, I would just sit there in silence. And sometimes… I found myself whispering to him, even if I didn’t know whether he could hear me or not. “Come back to me,” I would murmur quietly. “Please…” But the room remained the same. I was always met with deafening silence. That day, Riley came to check on me more times than I cou

~ ISLA ~I didn’t go back to his room that day.After everything that happened—his rejection hurt more than anything.I told myself I needed time—to breathe, to think, to stop the ache in my chest from swallowing me whole.But the truth was, I didn’t know if I had the strength to face him again. Every time our eyes met, it felt like I was facing a complete stranger.Alistair’s indifference toward me was unbearable. He remembered everything—his name, his work, his friends, his colleagues… everything except me. Wasn’t that too cruel?At this moment, it might have been better if he had found out the truth and hated me… rather than forgetting me as if I had never existed. It was killing me bit by bit.I was in the staff room when Riley found me, trying to pull myself together.She didn’t say anything at first. She just walked in quietly, then stopped when she saw me sitting there, staring blankly at nothing.“Are you okay?” she asked softly as she sat beside me.“I’m trying,” I whispered