All Chapters of The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

~ ISLA ~The bedroom had grown quiet after everything that happened downstairs.Outside, the rain still hadn’t stopped. Water streamed endlessly against the glass while the gray evening sky slowly darkened over the city.I sat curled on the plush sofa near the windows, my hands resting loosely around the untouched cup of tea Anna had prepared earlier. The warmth from it had long disappeared, yet my thoughts remained tangled in the same place.Alistair said he would fix it.Just remembering those words made my chest tighten softly. I already knew what kind of man he was. Once he made a decision, nobody could easily change his mind—not even his own mother. And somehow, that thought made me feel both relieved and uneasy at the same time.A soft sound came from the doorway. I looked up immediately.Alistair stepped inside the bedroom while loosening the tie around his neck with one hand. His expression still carried the exhaustion from earlier, though the sharpness in his eyes eased sligh

~ ISLA ~When I woke up the next morning, the space beside me was already empty.The curtains had been slightly pulled open, allowing soft morning light to spill quietly inside the bedroom. I remained lying there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling while trying to shake off the heaviness in my chest from yesterday.Alistair had probably left early.The thought didn’t surprise me anymore. He had been so busy these past few days, constantly dealing with one thing after another. Between his company, his mother, and whatever investigation he was secretly handling, it felt like his mind barely had room to rest.I slowly sat up and got ready before heading downstairs.The mansion was quieter as usual. Maybe Alistair's decision was right. Because if we were living together under the same roof with his mother, there would be no peace in this house for sure. But even with the current situation we have, I was still hoping that the bond between Alistair and his Mom would be restored.The m

~ ALISTAIR ~My expression dimmed slightly as I pulled back just enough to look down at her properly.“I called you five times. Why didn’t you answer them?” I asked, my voice a little lower compared to earlier.Isla blinked at me, looking genuinely confused by the question. Then, realization slowly crossed her face.“Oh.” She glanced briefly toward the doorway before looking back at me again. “My phone was in the sitting room the whole time.”She lifted a hand awkwardly to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “It was Anna who told me my phone kept ringing nonstop.”Then she looked back up at me, her expression softening faintly. “I was about to call you back.”So she wasn’t ignoring me on purpose. Somehow, that fact alone unusually improved my mood. Though my jaw tensed subtly after that. Lately, I had already begun noticing how strangely I was acting whenever it involved her. A single unanswered call from Isla was enough to ruin my peace of mind. Seeing those articles earlier had in

~ ISLA ~Soft sunlight filtered through the curtains while I stood in front of the mirror, fixing the sleeve of my dress properly. Since Alistair had already left for work earlier, the bedroom felt emptier again.Before leaving this morning, I had already told him about my plans for today. It had been a while since I last visited Lady Margot in the hospital, and honestly, staying inside the mansion nonstop had already started making me restless. Riley and I also planned to have lunch together afterward.At first, Alistair looked hesitant about letting me go out alone. Though “hesitant” was putting it lightly. He spent nearly five whole minutes reminding Anna to accompany me properly, instructed the driver twice, and even told me to call him immediately if anything felt uncomfortable. He had been too protective of me these days—to the point of becoming overbearing—but though I knew he was doing it for our unborn child, I was happy. Alistair would be a great father for sure.I adjusted

~ ALISTAIR ~The air in the boardroom was thick enough to choke on.On the massive screens at the front of the room, the digital blueprints for our new Midtown project spun in slow, perfect circles. This project had been carefully studied and analyzed for years, back when my father was still the CEO of the Montgomery Group. It was supposed to be the crown jewel of my family's empire—a massive complex of luxury towers right in the center of Manhattan.We had already spent billions buying the land and digging the foundations. We were completely locked in. Our money was literally buried in the dirt, and we needed the next influx of cash to start building upward. Then the Chandler Corporation entered the picture. They proposed a massive investment in the project, and because the terms were highly profitable, I agreed to the board's decision and accepted their proposal. In just a week, construction was finally about to take place.I sat at the head of the long table, leaning back slightly,