The CEO's Unwanted Wife 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

Fiona POV I stood on the balcony, my phone pressed to my ear, the cold night wind hitting my face and sending shivers down my spine. Charles's voice still echoed in my head: "He needs you. Now." And that phrase he threw at me like a knife: "Are you going to abandon him now that he needs you?" Abandon him? Charles's words weren't fair at all, not to me. After everything I've done for Sebastian? After years of chasing after him, years of swallowing my pride, years of being the one who held his hand when he couldn't even see his own reflection? After he kicked me out because of Ross? I felt such a huge lump in my throat that I could barely breathe. "I'm coming over there, just tell me where he is, please," I pleaded, bile forming in my throat. “At the usual club, Fi. Please don’t take too long. Only you can save him,” Charles said, then hung up, leaving me tense. I felt I had no choice; I wouldn't be able to rest easy without seeing Sebastian's condition with my own eyes. His need f

Third Person POV The hallway felt endless. The red lights of the club flickered on the ceiling, reflecting on the floor wet with spilled drinks, and Fiona felt every step as if she were walking on broken glass. Charles’s voice still echoed behind her, hoarse, almost pleading. “Fi, wait… please…” But she couldn’t stop. His words had been the final blow. “Why do you want me to stay so badly? So I can keep embarrassing myself? Can’t you see? They’re happy together, they love each other and they’re fine! I’d only get in their way, damn it!” She sniffled, her chest aching. She just wished she could rip that strong feeling she had for Sebastian Blackwood out of her chest; only then would she be happy. “I just want to know why he loves her so much? Why can’t he get over her, for the love of God…” she ran her fingers through her hair, still emotional. Charles sighed, hand on his waist. “It’s complicated, Fiona…” he said. “Sebastian has this huge attachment to her because Ross was the onl

Third Person POV The hallway still smelled of expensive perfume, spilled drinks, and pure rage. Helen had vanished like smoke, leaving only the echo of her heels hitting the floor like gunshots. Now there were just the four of them: Sebastian, Ross, Fiona, and Charles, and the air was so heavy it felt like it could explode any second. “Are you okay, Fiona? I’m sorry…” Sebastian murmured, not even knowing if he was apologizing for Helen, for Fiona having seen him kissing Ross, or for putting her in this whole situation. His arms were half-open toward Fiona, as if he wanted to protect her from all evil. Fiona cleared her throat. “I’m fine, yeah… I just need to go home…” Fiona mumbled, still unable to look Sebastian in the face. But Ross broke their moment. She looked Fiona up and down, that look of barely-hidden disgust that she thought nobody noticed, but everyone noticed. Then she opened a smile too sweet, too fake, the kind that made you want to rip it off her face. “So, Fiona…

Third Person POV Elijah’s car still had the engine running when Sebastian was already coming fast, as if he had been waiting there all night. The headlights lit him up completely: shirt half-open, messy hair, the face of someone who had driven across the whole city and still couldn’t breathe properly. Fiona was still stunned, not understanding how Sebastian was there at her door waiting for her. He had clearly driven like a maniac; that was the only explanation. “Fiona, thank God you’re here. I was waiting for you,” he said, approaching with a cynical smile. Elijah got out immediately, slamming the door hard. “Enough, Sebastian,” he said loudly, no beating around the bush. “Stop bothering Fiona. You’re divorced. It’s over. Leave her alone.” Sebastian stopped two meters away, the cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Divorced?” He let out a dry, humorless laugh. And then looked at Fiona. “Aren’t you explaining things right to your friend, love?” Fiona’s tongue was dry, still

Fiona POV (explicit) The phone buzzed on the nightstand like it was mocking me. I almost screamed in fright. I was naked, sweaty, my whole body covered in hickeys, bites and scratches. “Don’t answer it, come on, don’t let this ruin us,” Sebastian said, sucking on my chin and neck, pulling me closer to him. He was still glued to me, his half-hard cock rubbing against my thigh, his hand resting on the curve of my ass like he’d owned it forever. When I saw “Mom” on the screen, my heart almost stopped. “Shit, shit, shit. It’s Mom…” Sebastian looked at me, suddenly alert too. “Is she coming home?” “For the love of God, no. She can’t catch you here,” I said, panicking. But I cleared my throat and answered quickly, trying to sound like the calmest daughter on the planet. “Hello, Mom?” My voice came out hoarse, broken from screaming Sebastian’s name all night. “Hey, Fi, everything okay, honey?” She was shouting over loud music, that 90s club she loves. You could hear laughter, glasses c