All Chapters of The CEO's Unwanted Wife : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11: What do you want to prove?

Third-Person POVThe pool game unfolded like a duel in slow motion, each shot laced with more than just skill. Sebastian and Elijah circled the table, cues in hand, trading barbs that sounded casual but cut deep. “Nice try, Foster! Almost got it that time,” Sebastian would say with a smirk after Elijah’s ball kissed the cushion and missed the pocket by a hair. Elijah fired back without missing a beat: “Patience, Blackwood. Not everything in life bends to your will.” The bar crowd, Raina included, leaned in, beers forgotten, phones half-raised to capture the showdown. Laughter rippled every time one of them sank a tricky shot, the clack of balls echoing like gunshots in the dim room.Fiona stood off to the side, arms crossed tight over her chest, lips pressed into a thin line. Both men were playing for her, obviously, angling their bodies just so, flexing a little extra when they leaned over the felt, stealing glances her way after every impressive combo. But all Fiona could see wa

12: The bet

Third-Person POVBut Sebastian’s smug smile began to crack the moment Elijah’s voice filled the bar.He’d expected a half-decent croon, maybe a little off-key charm to draw a giggle or two from the crowd. What he got was something else entirely. Elijah didn’t just sing, he commanded. The first note rolled out low and velvet-smooth, wrapping around the room like smoke. The song was old, a classic love ballad Fiona had once played on repeat during late-night study sessions in college—“At Last” by Etta James, but slower, rawer, like he’d stripped it down to its bones and rebuilt it with his own heartbeat.And his eyes? They never left Fiona.Not once.Sebastian felt it like a punch to the gut. He’s singing to her. Not to the room. Not for the laughs. To her. Every lyric:“At last, my love has come along” landed like a confession. The bar faded. The cheers, the clinking glasses, the wolf whistles from the back, it all blurred into white noise. There was only Elijah on that stage, voice

13: The blow

Fiona’s POVI remember that day like it was yesterday. I was stepping out of the library, the cool night air hitting my face, my earbuds still dangling around my neck. The sky was clear, stars twinkling like they knew something I didn’t. And then… Elijah.He was leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, hair messy from basketball the way it always got. When he saw me, he smiled. That wide, open smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Hey, Fi. You free tomorrow night?”My heart jumped so hard I thought he’d hear it. A date. With me. I wasn’t the kind of girl who got asked out. I wasn’t slim like the cheerleaders, didn’t have sleek, shiny hair like the popular girls. I was the chubby one in econ class, the one who sat in the back, who laughed too loud when nervous. Sebastian Blackwood, the only guy I actually wanted, didn’t even know I existed. He’d walk past me in the halls like I was part of the wallpaper.But Elijah… Elijah always stopped. Always said hi. Always asked if

14: Breach of trust

Third-Person POVThe morning after the date, Fiona woke up to a nightmare that refused to end.Her phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with more notifications than she’d ever seen in her life. She didn’t want to look. She knew what she’d find. But the compulsion was stronger than the dread. She opened the group chats again, scrolling through the cruelty like picking at a scab.Drew: Foster’s a legend. Got the whale to kiss him. Bet’s paid in full 😂🐋 Random girl: She actually thought he was serious omg Another: Video’s at 500 views already. Iconic.Fiona’s hands shook so badly she dropped the phone. It landed face-up on the carpet, still glowing with the latest message: a laughing emoji from someone she’d once lent notes to.She didn’t cry this time. She was too angry for tears.How could he? The question looped in her head, louder with every heartbeat. Elijah had known how she felt about herself. He’d seen the way people whispered when she walked

15: Deeper than I thought

Third-Person POVYears passed like pages torn from a calendar, fluttering to the floor in a careless heap, each one marked with a different face, a different name, a different attempt to forget.Elijah dated. A lot. First came Sarah, the brunette from his torts class with a laugh that bubbled up like Fiona’s used to. Bright, unfiltered, the kind that made strangers turn. He took her to coffee shops and late-night diners, told himself the way she stirred her latte counterclockwise was just a quirk, not a echo. But three weeks in, when she leaned across the table and said, “You’re always somewhere else,” he ended it with a text that felt cowardly even as he hit send.Then there was Emily, the blonde paralegal who tucked her hair behind her ear exactly the way Fiona did when she was nervous. She loved old jazz records and wore oversized sweaters that swallowed her frame. Elijah bought her strawberry ice cream on their second date, watched her lick the spoon, and felt his stomach twis

16: Hurted

Third-Person POV“So, what did you guys think of the song?” Elijah asked as soon as he sat back down at the table where we’d been drinking earlier. “You’re still asking, bro? It was awesome! You’ve got a real knack for this. Ever thought about recording a CD?” Raina asked in her usual bubbly way. Elijah laughed, a little embarrassed. “Thanks, Rain. But it wasn’t that big a deal.” Then he turned to Fiona. “And you, Fiona? Did you like hearing me sing?” Of course Elijah wanted to hear her opinion on the little performance he’d just given, because that performance had been just for Fiona. It had been incredible how simply singing to her while looking into her eyes had unlocked memories of their past, memories that time couldn’t erase. “You were really good,” Fiona said with a smile. “I’d love to hear you sing more often.” Elijah reached out and took her hand, gently stroking the back of it across the table. “I’d love to sing for you more often.” The two of them were gazing at e

17: There's no looking back

Third-Person Point of View The cool night breeze played with Fiona’s sun-kissed blonde hair, brushing her neck and cheeks. She and Sebastian were still on the bar’s balcony, the tension between them thick enough to cut. All those years married, they’d never had problems like this,they never fought. Everything was organized and respectful. Sebastian didn’t show that he loved her, but he was always respectful and always there, so much so that being married to him and sharing a life with him had been good. Being married to Sebastian Blackwood hadn’t been a chore. But now, he himself had asked for a divorce, and he himself was raising issues Fiona couldn’t even grasp. She couldn’t figure out what he was doing there at that bar when, that same morning, he’d insulted her so deeply to defend Ross. Shouldn’t he be with her right now at the hospital? Since he loved Ross so much, didn’t she need him now? Yet here he was, playing pool with Elijah like it was some testosterone war to pr

18: Enough of these heart things

Fiona POV I was still reeling after talking to Sebastian. I couldn’t deny that his words still affected me, and I had to fight hard not to run back to that balcony, throw my arms around him with everything I had, and lose myself in his embrace, letting desire and passion speak louder than reason. But what good would that do? He and I would end up in a hotel room, or maybe at his mansion, the place I’d lived for three years, then we’d make love like two crazed, desperate people starving for physical contact. And once it was over, he’d turn his back on me, unable to even look at me from regret? Then he’d send me away coldly and go back to Ross, his beloved? And then what? So he could come after me again and we’d repeat the whole thing? That would be a toxic cycle I had no intention of enduring, no matter how much I loved him. If Sebastian couldn’t see me as more than a woman he was attracted to and used to sleeping with, if he couldn’t love me, respect me, and value me the

19: The question

Sebastian POV“Can I take you home now?” Charles asked as we sat in the car parked a few yards down the street from the building where the Fosters lived. Of course I’d followed their car to find out where they were taking Fiona.I wasn’t just going to stand there with my arms crossed, doing nothing. I needed to know where the Fosters lived, needed to learn more about them, and about everything I’d ignored all this time, about their connection to Fiona. “What’s the rush?” I muttered, still staring at the building’s entrance, watching the everyday comings and goings of the condo.It was actually a luxury complex, which meant the Fosters really were wealthy, just as Charles had told me: Elijah was a renowned lawyer, Raina a professional trainer. But I needed more. I was obsessed with uncovering the parts of Fiona’s life I’d never bothered to explore before.“I mean, this is so weird, we’re sitting here on stakeout like a couple of psycho stalkers…” Charles said, laughing nervously. I

20: Helen

Sebastian POVThat night, Sebastian barely slept. He tossed and turned in bed, missing the human warmth he’d asked Fiona to give him, and that she’d refused. He kept ruminating over the connection between Elijah and Eli, whether they were the same person. And above all, he obsessed over Fiona’s rejection.He’d invited her to spend the night with him. She’d turned him down and chosen to stay at the Fosters’ instead. When he mentioned it to Charles, his friend made him consider the possibility that Fiona was in love with him, that she’d entered the marriage with her heart fully invested and now couldn’t give herself to Sebastian without feelings involved.Those thoughts left him even more frustrated. The next morning, the first thing he did was contact his private investigator.“I want you to dig up everything on Elijah Foster,” he said. “His life story, his accomplishments, even the bad stuff. I want his secrets. I want to know exactly what his relationship is with Fiona Clarke. Do w

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