All Chapters of The CEO's Unwanted Wife : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Third POVThat afternoon on Christmas Eve Raina invited Mia to a small bar downtown where they could talk without interruptions. The place was cozy and warm against the winter cold outside, with wooden tables scarred from years of use, soft holiday lights strung along the brick walls in red and green, and the smell of fried food and spilled beer lingering comfortably in the air. A few regulars sat scattered around the room, some watching a muted sports game on the old TV above the bar, others chatting quietly over drinks or playing cards. Raina and Mia found a corner booth away from the noise, tucked near a window frosted at the edges, ordered cold beers on tap with lime wedges, and settled in with plates of hot fries, onion rings, and dipping sauces to share.Raina loved her brother more than anything in the world, but she had watched him hurt himself and others for far too long with his unspoken feelings for Fiona. She knew Mia deserved the full truth, a real and honest explanat

Third POVElijah was in his law office, buried deep in case files on a busy pre-Christmas afternoon, when his phone rang suddenly on the desk. The screen showed Raina’s name. He answered quickly, leaning back in his leather chair, expecting some light holiday chatter or a reminder about family plans.“Hey, sis. What’s up? Everything good for tomorrow?”Raina’s voice came through serious and direct, no holiday cheer or small talk in it.“I told Mia everything. About Fiona. The whole history from high school and college. The stupid bet you made, the guilt you’ve carried all these years, how you still feel about her even now, how you can’t let go.”Elijah sat up straight immediately, heart dropping like a stone into his stomach, hand tightening on the phone until his knuckles went white.“You did what? Why the hell would you do that?”“I had to,” Raina said firmly, not backing down an inch. “She deserved the full truth. You left her alone in that restaurant, Elijah. In the middle of a

Third POVElijah sat stuck in terrible traffic, the streets jammed with last-minute Christmas Eve shoppers and families heading home for the holidays. Snow fell heavier now, big thick flakes hitting the windshield in a relentless curtain, the wipers struggling to keep up as visibility dropped. The roads were turning white and slippery, cars crawling or stopped completely in long lines of red brake lights stretching ahead. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white, frustration and anxiety building in his chest like a storm. The large bouquet of deep red roses lay on the passenger seat, their sweet scent filling the car, but even that beautiful fragrance felt mocking now, a reminder of how much time he was losing.He had been driving for almost an hour, and Mia’s apartment was still far away. The clock on the dashboard ticked later and later, the cold seeping in despite the heater blasting on full. His breath fogged slightly in the air, heart pounding with urgency and reg

Third POVSebastian had never driven like that before. He took corners too fast, tires squealing on the wet pavement, ignoring the rules he usually respected without question. He cut through narrow side streets the wrong way when traffic blocked the main roads, barely slowing at intersections, heart pounding harder than the engine. His hands gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, eyes darting constantly to the clock on the dashboard. Every second felt heavier, more urgent. The city blurred around him, holiday lights stretching into streaks of red and green, snowflakes hitting the windshield like tiny warnings, but all he could hear was Ross’s voice on the phone, weak and broken, echoing in his head as if she were already slipping away.When he finally screeched to a stop in front of her building, he didn’t even lock the car properly. He left the keys in the ignition, hazard lights blinking, and ran to the entrance. The lobby was empty, the elevator too slow. He t

Fiona POVGrandma Corine had fallen asleep on the couch hours ago, her soft, steady snores mixing gently with the low volume of the romantic comedy still playing on the TV. It was almost midnight now, the Christmas tree lights twinkling cheerfully in the corner of the living room, casting colorful glows of red, green, and gold across the walls and ceiling, making the ornaments sparkle like distant stars in a private sky. Coco was curled up at Grandma’s feet, breathing deep and content, occasionally twitching in some happy dog dream, tail thumping once against the cushion. I sat on the other end of the couch, legs tucked under me, a thick cozy blanket over my lap, staring at the screen without really watching anything at all. The movie was one of my all-time favorites, full of silly misunderstandings, snowy scenes in pretty towns, and a perfect happy ending with kisses under mistletoe and big declarations, but tonight it all felt fake, too perfect, too far from the quiet worry sitt