All Chapters of The CEO's Unwanted Wife : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Third POVSebastian was in the middle of a conference call at his downtown office when his personal phone vibrated on the polished wooden desk. The screen lit up with Ross’s name. He frowned slightly, recognizing the number he hadn’t seen in weeks. The meeting was important, investors on the line discussing quarterly projections, but something in his gut told him to answer. He muted the call quickly, excused himself in a low voice to the team, and stepped out to the quiet hallway with its floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.“Ross? Everything okay?” he asked, keeping his tone neutral and professional.Her voice came through immediately shaky, thick with tears that were already falling freely.“Sebastian… is it true? Fiona is pregnant? You’re having a baby with her?”He leaned against the wall, surprise hitting him hard and fast. The news had only been confirmed days ago, and they had kept it close, telling only immediate family and the closest friends so far. They weren’t

Third POVSebastian arrived home faster than usual, the car barely parked in the garage before he was out and through the front door, keys still in hand. The house was quiet and softly lit, the late afternoon sun filtering through the half-drawn curtains in warm golden streaks across the hardwood floors. Fiona was curled on the large living room couch, feet tucked under her, a half-empty cup of herbal tea cooling on the coffee table beside her. She looked tired from the long day, cheeks a little pale, but her face lit up with visible relief the moment she saw him. He dropped his keys on the entry table with a clatter, shrugged off his jacket and let it fall over a chair, and went straight to her without pausing.He knelt in front of the couch, pulled her gently but firmly into a long, tight hug, arms wrapping around her like a shield, one hand cradling the back of her head.“I’m here now,” he whispered against her hair, voice low and full of emotion. “You’re safe. Both of you are s

Third POVElijah and Mia were still at the restaurant, but the romantic mood had vanished completely. The candles still flickered softly on the table, casting warm shadows on the white tablecloth, the soft jazz music still played in the background, but the warmth between them had cooled like the untouched tiramisu plates sitting forgotten. Elijah sat with his phone clutched in his hand, face tight with worry, eyes distant and stormy. Mia watched him quietly across the table, the excitement and butterflies from earlier replaced by a growing unease that twisted in her chest like a cold knot.Elijah dialed Fiona’s number without hesitation, his thumb pressing the call button harder than necessary.She answered on the second ring, voice calm but carrying the faint exhaustion of a long, frightening day. “Hey, Eli. Everything okay?”“Are you alright?” he asked immediately, voice urgent and edged with fear. “Raina just told me what happened with Helen. She pushed you? The baby… is the bab

Fiona POVI walked into the bedroom quietly, the soft light from the hallway spilling in behind me like a hesitant guest. Sebastian was lying on the bed, still in his work shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tie loosened and discarded on the chair, arms crossed behind his head, staring up at the ceiling as if it held answers he couldn’t find. The twinkling lights from the Christmas tree downstairs filtered faintly through the open door, casting colorful reflections on the walls, but up here the mood was heavy, almost cold.“Aren’t you coming down to eat with me?” I asked softly, closing the door behind me with a gentle click.“I’m not hungry,” he answered, voice flat and distant, eyes still fixed upward.I sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the evening settle on my shoulders like a blanket I didn’t want. I kicked off my slippers, climbed onto the bed, and sat beside him, close enough that our arms brushed. The silence stretched for a moment, thick with unspoken words.“I can’t beli

Third POVThat night Sebastian barely slept, his mind turning over everything Fiona had told him about Eli. He lay on his back in the dark bedroom, eyes open wide, staring at the ceiling while Fiona slept curled against his side, her breathing soft and steady, one hand resting lightly on her belly as if protecting the tiny life inside even in dreams. The house was completely quiet except for the occasional creak of old wood settling in the cold and the faint hum of the heater downstairs working against the winter chill. The Christmas tree lights still glowed faintly through the open door, casting colorful patterns on the hallway floor, red and green and gold dancing softly, but up here in the bedroom everything felt heavy, restless, full of unspoken thoughts.He kept replaying her words in his head, every detail she had shared with tears in her eyes. Eli wasn’t Elijah. Not the same person he had been jealous of all this time, the man he had seen as a rival. Eli was a childhood fr