The CEO's Unwanted Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Third POVCharles pulled his car to a stop under Raina’s building and called her, engine idling softly in the quiet night street while snowflakes drifted lazily under the streetlights. He called her, and Raina answered first, quite excited to hear him, which made Charles' day. "Guess what. I'm down here by your building. I decided to pay you a night visit. Interested?" "Ugh, you rascal, I don't even got a right dress for this very important moment!" she joked, making him laugh. "Just a minute, I'm coming down." Then she hung up. Charles stared at his phone with a silly little smile for a while and then sighed.He was disappointed with Sebastian and deeply frustrated, the events of the evening weighing heavy on his mind like a dark cloud he couldn’t shake off. After everything he had seen Sebastian go through when he tried to divorce Fiona the first time, the pain, the regret, the long hard road to earning her forgiveness and trust again, building something real and beautiful with

Fiona POVI almost collapsed near the car as soon as I stepped out of the bar. The cold night air hit my face like a slap, stinging my wet cheeks and freezing the fresh tears on my skin. The street was busy even at this late hour—people laughing, shouting, stumbling out of the bar in groups, music spilling from the open door behind me, holiday lights still twinkling on nearby buildings and shop windows. Everyone seemed to be celebrating, living their perfect Christmas moments with friends, lovers, or strangers, while my own world had just crumbled into pieces. I just wanted a private place to cry in peace, away from curious eyes, away from the noise and the fake joy. Actually, I didn’t want to cry at all. Not for Sebastian, not after everything I had endured for him, everything I had forgiven, everything I had believed in, only to end up with this betrayal in the end. My chest felt tight, like something heavy was sitting on it, making every breath hurt and shallow, like I couldn’

Fiona POVI was setting up the suitcases for the trip, carefully folding clothes and placing them neatly inside the large luggage bag that stood open on the bedroom floor. Mom and I had decided together that we needed a long vacation in a faraway place, somewhere warm and quiet, away from the city, away from the threats, away from the memories that still hurt every time I breathed. The death threats against her had been the final push. We couldn’t stay here waiting for something bad to happen. We deserved peace. We deserved to heal. And maybe, just maybe, a new start where the pain didn’t follow us every minute of the day.Raina was sitting on the edge of the bed watching me, arms wrapped around her knees, eyes a little shiny with unshed tears. She had come over to say goodbye, bringing coffee and a hug that lasted longer than usual, like she was afraid to let go.“I’m going to miss you so much,” she said, voice thick with emotion. “Who’s going to listen to my crazy stories now? Or

Third POVHelen lay sprawled on the long leather sofa in the main living room of the Blackwood mansion, legs kicked up on the armrest, phone in one hand and a glass of chilled white wine in the other. She scrolled through social media with growing irritation, refreshing Fiona's profile again and again. Nothing. No new photos, no stories, no updates. Just silence."God, what a pain," Helen muttered, tossing her phone onto the cushion beside her. "Fiona's out there on her little vacation, probably pretending she's fine, but she never posts anything. I need to see what she's doing! Is she crying in a corner? Eating ice cream all day? I bet she's miserable."Ross sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the coffee table, painting her nails a bright red, blowing on them gently between sentences. She laughed without looking up."She's a failure, that's what she is. Probably hiding under a blanket somewhere, sobbing over Sebastian. Pathetic. She couldn't even keep him. What did she expect?

Fiona POVI decided to let loose with the new group, allowing myself to sink into the easy rhythm of their conversation instead of holding back like I usually did. The bar was alive with low golden lights, laughter, and the steady thump of music that made the floor vibrate softly under my feet. The air smelled of salt from the ocean, rum, fresh lime, and the faint coconut scent of sunscreen that still clung to everyone's skin even at night. I sat between Lara and Ji-yeon, glass of caipirinha in my hand, feeling the alcohol warm my chest and slowly loosen the tight knot that had lived there for months. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn't thinking about Sebastian, or the baby, or the threats. I was just here, in this moment, with people who didn't know my history and didn't need to.We talked about everything and nothing. Tom told stories about London winters that never ended, how he once got lost in the Tube for two hours because he refused to ask for directions.