All Chapters of The Billionaire's Uwanted Wife : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~ ISLA ~It was Friday afternoon—my last shift before the weekend.The entire hospital felt quieter than usual, the kind of calm that came after a long, chaotic week.I had just handed my patient’s chart to the nurse on duty when my phone buzzed inside my bag.I took it out, and once I saw the name flashing on the screen, a small smile touched my lips.“Grandma,” I greeted softly.Her voice came through warm and gentle—one that could always melt away exhaustion no matter how grown-up I thought I was.“Are you free tonight, darling?” she asked. “It’s my birthday. I made dinner—and all your favorite dishes too.”I slapped my forehead for forgetting my grandmother’s special day. How could I forget it was her 75th birthday today? I hadn’t even realized what date it was.My chest tightened with guilt. “Grandma, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot—”“Oh, hush,” she chuckled tenderly. “You can make it up to me by coming home. And bring your husband with you. I want to meet that man personally.

~ ALISTAIR ~The meeting dragged longer than it should’ve, but the moment it ended, I loosened my tie and exhaled sharply from sheer fatigue and annoyance.I could already feel the dull throb behind my temples—another day wasted arguing with greedy people who cared more about profits than vision.Rachel intercepted me the moment I stepped out of the boardroom.“Sir,” she began cautiously, “Mrs. Montgomery dropped by earlier.”I paused mid-step. “Isla?”“Yes, sir. She said she wanted to see you but left a few minutes later. I told her you were in a meeting.”A strange weight settled in my chest. “Did she say anything else?”Rachel shook her head. “No, sir. She just thanked me and left.”I didn’t reply. I just nodded once and kept walking toward my office, my mind spinning faster. Isla came here? For what? When she didn’t call, or even wait for me?When I pushed open my office door, the answer hit me like a blow.Emery sat on the couch, legs crossed, flipping through one of my business

~ ISLA ~The party ended quietly.Grandma was still humming softly as she and Mrs. Cooper gathered the empty plates, while Alistair helped us tidy up. I didn’t argue with him anymore and just let him be—and secretly taking a short video of him while he was wiping the plates after Mrs. Cooper finished washing them.I was laughing silently, amused at how New York City’s famous CEO had completely turned into a different person tonight. Even with a simple chore, he was terrifyingly focused and meticulous.Technically, that was supposed to be my job, but he insisted on doing it. I was genuinely shocked when he offered to help. He’s Alistair Montgomery, okay? Would you ever imagine him doing house chores? That’s way beyond his usual formidable image.Grandma and Mrs. Cooper exchanged knowing looks from time to time, visibly amused to see him helping.When everything was finally organized, Mrs. Cooper said her goodbyes.The house fell into that kind of silence only small towns have at night—

~ ISLA ~Did he really just leave like that?That was the first thought that crossed my mind when I saw the empty space beside me.Carefully, I sat up, wincing a little as a wave of pain shot through my muscles. Every part of me felt sore—especially down there. I grimaced, my face burning as the memories of last night came crashing back all at once.My gaze drifted to where he had laid. The sheets were still neat, and even the pillow looked untouched—like nothing had ever happened.But my chest knotted knowing he wasn’t here anymore.How could he just leave like that after everything!?I let out a sharp, irritated sigh before lifting the covers. My eyes landed on the faint red stain on the sheets and the subtle trace of what we did.The sight made my whole face heated up. I bit my lip, stood slowly, and started stripping off the bedding—afraid, like a child who’d just done something terribly wrong.After changing everything, I took a long, hot bath. The warmth soothed my sore muscles,

~ ALISTAIR ~The city had already gone back to its usual rhythm—and my desk was buried in papers, but I hadn’t touched a single one in the last twenty minutes.Instead, my mind was still by the shore, while my fingers traced the smooth curve of the small handmade bracelet lying in my palm. Tiny shells, each one unique. I knew where they came from the moment I saw them.Long Beach Island.A soft smile pulled at my lips as the memory washed over me.I was seventeen when Simon and I went there for an outdoor activity. We used to go almost every weekend—kayaking, chasing waves, wasting time like the world wasn’t waiting for us to grow up.I could still hear our laughter—loud and carefree, mixing with the wind.And then there was that one day—the one that stayed in my memory all these years.I met a girl. She couldn’t have been older than twelve. She was kneeling on the sand, hair dancing with the sea breeze, her hands busy collecting shells one by one.I’d stopped nearby, curious about wh