All Chapters of The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

~ ALISTAIR ~My body went rigid.The sound of that name—Ali—I hadn’t heard it in so long. It felt like I had been pulled back into the past.Never in my life did I expect to hear my mother’s voice again.Slowly, I lifted my head toward her face. Her eyes were already open.She was awake.I couldn’t react right away. I stood rooted to the ground, unmoving, as if my mind needed time to catch up with what I was seeing.A faint, gentle smile rested on her lips while her eyes glistened with tears—exactly how I remembered them from years ago.And then it hit me—the realization settling in. My mother was truly alive.“…Ali,” she called again, her voice weaker this time.My throat tightened.I didn’t realize I had taken another step until I was standing beside her bed.“Don’t speak too much,” I said, my voice coming out lower than usual. “You need to rest.”It was the safest thing to say. The only thing I could say.Her eyes stayed on me, studying my face as if trying to memorize it all over

~ ISLA ~Dinner ended more quietly than I expected.But what surprised me the most—Alistair finished everything. Every single dish. He didn’t forget to serve me, too.I stared at the empty plates, still sitting across from him, trying not to make it obvious.He… ate all of it?A small, quiet delight bloomed in my chest.Alistair Montgomery—someone known for being particular with everything, especially food—hadn’t left a single bite behind. And my cooking wasn’t even that good.I lowered my gaze, hiding the small smile forming on my lips.Maybe it wasn’t that bad after all.After dinner, things returned to their usual rhythm. Alistair went to his office to continue his work.And I— I went back to the bedroom.The master bedroom still felt unfamiliar in some ways, even though I had spent so much time here before. Maybe it was because things between us had changed—or maybe because he had.I took a warm bath, letting the water ease the lingering tension in my body. By the time I stepped o

~ ISLA ~My blood turned cold.The moment those words left her mouth, the entire room froze. The warmth that had brightened her face seconds ago disappeared completely. Her eyes were locked on me now—sharp, trembling, and filled with hostility. Like she had just seen the greatest enemy of her life.My fingers instinctively curled around Alistair’s hand.She recognized me. No… not me exactly. My mother. The resemblance between us had always been there. Looking at me was probably like looking at Allison Reed herself. But I never realized it could provoke this kind of reaction.Harriet’s breathing suddenly turned uneven. The softness in her expression vanished little by little, replaced by something darker—hatred, fear, anger. Everything mixed together.“Why is she here?” she demanded again, her voice rising this time. “Ali—why did you bring her here?!”My throat tightened painfully.Alistair frowned slightly beside me, but he said without beating around the bush, “She’s my wife.”“No!”

~ ALISTAIR ~My mother’s words settled heavily in the room.For several seconds, I just sat there, silent and rigid. The ticking sound of the monitor beside her bed suddenly became too noticeable in the silence. My hand remained resting on the armrest of the chair, though my fingers had already curled tightly without me noticing.I looked at her quietly. The woman in front of me had the same face I remembered from childhood. The same voice. The same eyes. Yet somehow, she felt far away. When I was younger, I used to think my mother was someone gentle. Calm. Rational. Someone who would understand me without needing too many words.But the person sitting in front of me now carried a sharpness I had never seen before. Or maybe it had always been there, and I was simply too young to notice.“You don’t understand what Allison Reed did to me,” she continued, each word enunciated with ice. “That woman destroyed my life.”I listened without interrupting.Then she exhaled sharply and added, “I

~ ISLA ~The mansion felt quiet and somehow a little bit comforting that afternoon.I was sitting in the second-floor living area near the floor-to-ceiling windows, a maternity book resting open on my lap while one hand stayed absentmindedly over my stomach. I had been trying to distract myself for the past few hours, but my thoughts kept circling back to what had happened at the hospital.I was still unsure what was going to happen to us in the future now that she was back.I released a deep sigh before going back to my reading. But my mind still floated somewhere else. I had reread the same sentence three times already—finally giving up, I lowered the book with another tired sigh.That was when I heard voices in the hallway. Then came the sound of the doors opening, followed almost immediately by a familiar voice.“Careful, Madam Harriet,” Martha said protectively.My body stiffened abruptly. The air left my lungs all at once, as if the room had suddenly lost pressure.The queen of