All Chapters of The CEO's Unwanted Wife : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Fiona POVI drove through the middle of the night while the snow fell heavy and silent around me, big thick flakes hitting the windshield and melting slowly under the wipers that worked nonstop. The roads were dark and almost completely empty at this hour, streetlights glowing soft and yellow through the falling white, everything muffled and still like the world had paused just to watch me fall apart. My hands gripped the wheel tight, knuckles aching from the cold seeping through the gloves and from the tension that made my whole body rigid. My eyes burned from tears that finally started to fall as I left the house farther and farther behind in the rearview mirror. I couldn’t hold them back anymore. The sobs came sudden and hard, shaking my shoulders, making it difficult to see the slippery road through the blur of tears and swirling snow. My chest hurt with every ragged breath, like something vital inside had cracked open and couldn’t be closed again, the pain sharp and relentles

Fiona POVWhen I woke up, the first thing I saw was the plain white ceiling of a hospital room, harsh fluorescent lights buzzing softly above me. Everything felt wrong before I even opened my eyes fully. My body was heavy, aching in places I couldn’t immediately name, an IV line tugging at my arm, monitors beeping steady but distant in the background. The smell of antiseptic hit me sharp and cold, mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood. I blinked slowly, trying to focus, memories flooding back in fragmented, terrifying pieces—the heavy snow falling, the sudden violent impact from the side, metal screaming, glass shattering, the world spinning upside down in a blur of white and dark. The flipping car, the crushing sounds, the fear for the baby overwhelming everything.A nurse noticed I was awake and came over quickly, her face kind but careful, professional compassion in her eyes.“You’re in the hospital,” she said gently, adjusting the blanket over me. “You were in a serious

Fiona POVDays after the accident I finally got discharged from the hospital, but the doctors were clear that I needed complete rest at home for weeks. My body still ached everywhere, bruises dark and painful, cuts healing slowly under bandages, ribs tender with every breath. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the empty ache inside where our baby had been. I moved slowly, careful, feeling fragile in a way I never had before.Elijah drove me home in his car, the ride quiet and gentle. When we arrived at Mom’s house, he didn’t let me walk. He scooped me up carefully in his strong arms like I weighed nothing, carrying me bridal style through the front door while I rested my head on his shoulder, too tired to protest. Mia and Raina followed behind with my bags and flowers from the hospital, Raina chattering nonstop about random things, new movies, funny work stories, her latest design ideas, just to keep my mind distracted, to fill the silence with something light.Mom led

Third POVAfter Charles left the private room, slamming the door behind him with finality that echoed in the sudden quiet, Helen started complaining almost immediately, voice whiny and annoyed as she slumped back in her armchair with a dramatic sigh. The atmosphere had shifted noticeably, the air still thick with lingering smoke and the sharp scent of alcohol, but the tension from Charles’s exit hung heavy like an uninvited guest that refused to leave. Helen rolled her eyes dramatically, crossing her arms over her chest, drink sloshing slightly in her glass.“Damn it, now who am I supposed to spend the night with?” she said, voice full of frustration and entitlement. “I don’t want to be alone while you two are fucking next door the whole time.”She had planned to seduce Charles all evening, get him drunk enough to take her home or at least have some fun right there in the bar. His rejection stung her pride. "God, what a fucking loser!"Ross laughed lightly, still clinging tightly to

Fiona POVToday I felt especially emotional, my hand resting constantly on my belly that no longer held life inside, the small curve still there like a cruel reminder of what had been growing and what I had lost forever. I sat on the edge of the bed in my old room at Mom’s house, surrounded by the familiar walls and childhood memories that usually comforted me, but today they felt distant, like they belonged to someone else’s life. The tiny baby booties I had bought months ago for the layette lay in my lap, soft and white with little blue stars embroidered on them. I ran my fingers over them slowly, tracing the delicate stitching, imagining tiny feet kicking inside, the baby wearing them home from the hospital, Sebastian smiling as he held our child for the first time. Tears came quiet but steady, rolling down my cheeks without sound. The pain was sharp and fresh, like the loss had happened yesterday instead of days ago. I knew the grief would ease one day, fade to something bear