All Chapters of The CEO's Unwanted Wife : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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121: Driving date

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

Last Updated : 2026-01-08

122: Our end

Fiona POVI was coming down the stairs already dressed while talking to Charles on the phone to get the address of the bar where Sebastian was. My hands shook a little holding the phone, but my voice stayed firm. Of course, Sebastian was drinking with Ross and Helen. His life had reduced to that while I stayed home crying over our loss, over the baby we would never hold. The thought made my chest tight with fresh anger and pain as I pulled on my coat and scarf in the hallway, phone pressed to my ear, Mom watching from the kitchen doorway with worry.Charles gave me the address quickly, voice full of concern. “Are you sure about this, Fiona? It’s late, and you’re still recovering. You don’t have to do this tonight.”“I have to,” I said, voice steady despite the tears threatening again in my eyes. “I can’t wait anymore. Thanks, Charles. Really.”“Call me if you need anything,” he said. “Anything at all. Be safe.”I hung up, grabbed my keys from the table.Mom appeared at the bottom o

Last Updated : 2026-01-08

123: A gentleman emerging in dark times.

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’

Last Updated : 2026-01-09

124: morning of regret

Third POVThe morning after the night at the club, Sebastian woke up slowly, head pounding like a drum inside his skull, the familiar ache of too much whiskey and weed hitting him all at once. He opened his eyes to the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains in his bedroom, the familiar ceiling above him coming into focus. But the weight on both sides of the bed felt wrong, too much, too warm, too close. He turned his head and saw Ross on his left, naked, her arm draped lazily over his chest, breathing slow and even in deep sleep. On his right was Helen, also naked, her leg thrown possessively over his thigh, body pressed flush against him. The three of them tangled together under the rumpled sheets, skin against skin, the smell of stale alcohol, sweat, and sex still heavy in the air, clinging to the room like a bad memory he couldn’t escape.Sebastian’s stomach turned hard, nausea rising sharp in his throat. He didn’t remember much of the night after Fiona left the bar.

Last Updated : 2026-01-10

125: The new beginning

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

Last Updated : 2026-01-11

126 – Sun, sea, and second chances

Third POVFiona's mother lay on a comfortable lounge chair dressed in a sleek black swimsuit and a loose white cover-up, sunglasses perched on her nose while she flipped through the glossy pages of a fashion magazine. The gentle sound of waves rolling onto the shore filled the air, mixing with the distant call of seabirds and the rustle of palm leaves in the warm breeze. The house they had rented for their long vacation stood just behind them, a beautiful white villa with wide verandas, colorful flowers climbing the walls, and a private path leading straight to the golden sand. The view in front of them was endless turquoise water, soft waves lapping at the shore, and a sky so blue it almost hurt to look at. It was paradise, quiet and healing, exactly what they both needed after months of fear, loss, and heartbreak.Sofia adjusted her sunglasses and smiled to herself. The peace here felt like medicine. No ringing phones from work at Empowear, no urgent emails, no shadows of threat

Last Updated : 2026-01-13

127: Shadows in the mansion

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?

Last Updated : 2026-01-14

128: New faces, old shadows

Fiona POVI was sitting alone at the small bar inside the hotel’s beachfront lounge, the kind of place that stayed open late with soft reggae music playing and string lights swaying in the breeze. The night was warm, the air salty from the ocean just steps away. Mom had gone to a spiritual retreat up the coast, something about meditation, energy cleansing, and reconnecting with the universe. She said it was good for people her age, and she’d be back late. I didn’t mind. I needed the space too. After everything, being alone felt like a gift sometimes. But tonight, the quiet in my room started pressing in, so I slipped into a short black dress that hugged my curves, painted my lips a deep wine red, added a touch of shimmer on my eyelids, and walked down to the bar.I missed Raina. I missed the late-night texts, the group chats, the way she could make me laugh even when I felt like crying. I missed Elijah’s steady presence, Mia’s sweetness, Charles’s quiet support. But right now, I

Last Updated : 2026-01-15

129: Letting go under the stars

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.

Last Updated : 2026-01-16

130: Morning after

Fiona POVI came back to the house we were renting with Mom early the next morning after the night at the bar. The sun was already climbing high, turning the sky a soft pink and gold over the ocean. Lucas had insisted on driving me home, saying it was too early for me to walk alone even though the streets were quiet and safe. He pulled up in front of the white villa, engine idling softly, and turned to me with that easy, satisfied smile he’d worn most of the night.“Last night was incredible,” he said, voice low and warm. “You’re something else, Fiona.”I leaned over and kissed him, soft and slow, letting my fingers brush his jaw. “You too. Thanks for everything.”He grinned, eyes still bright from the night. “See you around?”“Maybe,” I said with a small laugh, opening the door. “We’ll see.”I stepped out barefoot, sandals dangling from my hand, the cool morning sand still clinging to my feet. I waved once as he drove off, then turned toward the house. I walked quietly, tiptoeing

Last Updated : 2026-01-17

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