Semua Bab The CEO's Unwanted Wife : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Third POVThe warehouse stank of rust, blood, and pure fear.The bald guy’s knife blade had already opened a thin cut on Fiona’s left cheek. A trickle of blood slowly ran down to the corner of her mouth.She could taste iron and tears. The guy was holding her hair with his left hand, yanking her head back to fully expose her face.“Look at me, blondie,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with sadistic lust. “I want to see your eyes when I start cutting for real. It’s gonna be a pleasure to disfigure that pretty little face. After that you’ll remember forever that it was your dear lawyer Foster’s fault.”The knife pressed right under her eye. One more millimeter and it would sink into the flesh.Fiona was shaking so hard her teeth chattered. “Please… please don’t do this… You got the wrong person. I can give you anything you want, just don’t hurt me…”The younger henchman holding the back of her neck laughed nervously. “Boss, do it already. Then we take a picture and send it to Elijah. H

Fiona POVI was literally glued to my mom, head on her shoulder, my whole body heavy as if I had aged twenty years in one night. She wouldn’t stop running her fingers through my hair, whispering “everything’s gonna be okay” every five seconds, even though she knew I didn’t believe it yet.The hallway smelled like alcohol, bad coffee, and fear. The clock on the wall seemed to be messing with me, ticking the seconds way too slowly.I just wanted that red operating-room door to open and someone to say he was okay.That’s when I heard running footsteps and Raina’s voice ripping through the silence. “FIONA, OH MY GOD!”She showed up at the end of the hallway, hair a mess, mascara smeared, coat thrown on any old way, Elijah right behind her looking like he’d been punched in the stomach. When Raina saw me, she opened her arms and grabbed me so hard she almost lifted me off the chair.“Friend… friend… I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry…” she cried loud, no shame at all, face buried in my neck.

Third POVThe sunlight was coming in through the half-open blinds, striping the room floor with golden lines. Fiona was lying on her side in the narrow hospital bed, her head resting on Sebastian’s chest, his hand slowly stroking her hair.The two of them had slept like that the whole night through, clinging to each other as if they were still in the warehouse, as if letting go was dangerous. The monitor beeped softly, steady, a sound that was now music to them.Sebastian woke up first, feeling the sweet weight of Fiona on top of him, the smell of her hair that he had missed so much. He kissed her forehead very gently, not wanting to wake her, but she opened her eyes right away, smiling sleepily.“Good morning, husband,” she whispered, voice hoarse from sleep.“Good morning, wife,” he answered, hoarse too, and kissed her mouth slowly, as if he still couldn’t believe it was real.Fiona grabbed a cup of water with a straw for him and gave it to his mouth to hydrate him. Sebastian laughe

Third POVThe door closed with a soft click, almost too polite for the atmosphere that remained outside.Fiona and Helen were left alone in the hallway. The air felt thick, loaded with expensive perfume, old anger and reheated coffee from the machine in the corner.Helen crossed her arms so hard that her nails left marks on her own skin, her heel tapping impatiently on the floor as if it were a machine gun about to fire. She let out a venomous smile, the kind that shows all the teeth and not a drop of joy.“Hey, whore,” she called, voice low, loaded with pure hatred, as if the word were a punch.Fiona stopped mid-step, turned slowly, raised an eyebrow so high it almost disappeared into her hair. She took a deep breath, smiled from the corner of her mouth and answered with surgical calm:“You knew I have a name, right? Fiona. F-I-O-N-A. And it’s a shame you call me that when the only whore here is you.”“What did you call me?” Helen wanted to intimidate her, but Fiona didn’t back dow

Third POVThe gate creaked in that old, hoarse way that always announced someone was really arriving home.Sebastian closed his eyes in the passenger seat and let the sound go through his entire body. “Finally,” he murmured. “I got home. I couldn’t stand the hospital smell anymore.”Fiona let out a laugh. “That’s so cute coming from you,” she said and he laughed too. Sebastian had just been discharged, so Fiona brought him home.Fiona parked in the garage, turned off the engine and stayed still for a second, hand still on the steering wheel. Her heart was beating so hard it seemed to want to jump out of her throat.She opened the car door and the smell of the house hit first: wood, lavender, old leather, the perfume she herself chose for the diffuser.It was the same smell as when she used to run barefoot to the kitchen to make breakfast naked after fucking all night.She went in. Turned on the hall light. And stopped breathing.Everything was exactly the same. The gray sofa,