The CEO's Unwanted Wife 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

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

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

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

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

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