Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr. Wilder wife is a madwoman: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Rose sat frozen on the floor, her silk nightgown soaked in tears, her hands trembling as they clutched Eli’s tiny, cooling body. His head rested limply in the crook of her arm, the same way it had when he was an infant. But now, his chest no longer rose. No heartbeat. No warmth. Just stillness.“Eli… please, please, wake up,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, her throat raw from screaming. “You promised... You promised you’d never leave Mama…”Her fingers brushed his cheek again, but even her touch couldn’t bring him back.Then something inside her *snapped*.She reached for the phone.Her hands shook so violently she could barely dial, her vision blurred by tears and fury. The blood vessels in her eyes throbbed, bursting red, but she didn’t care.She called Duke.Once.Twice.Three times.Each time, the call connected.... Then ended.Disconnected.Canceled.Her scream tore through the room. “ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE, DUKE!”She tried again. And again. Each time she heard the faint cli

Scoffing under his breath, Duke looked up slowly, disbelief and fury colliding in his expression. “You expect me to-”“To accept it?” she cut in, her voice raw but steady. “Yes. Because, like it or not, this changes everything. You think Rose will forgive you after this? Her son is dead... Her husband is in another woman’s bed. And that woman is carrying his heir?” She laughed bitterly, her tears streaking through her makeup. “You think she’ll ever take you back? You don't have that kind of power here... be for real.”Duke clenched his fists. “You talk about power like you understand it.”“Oh, I understand it,” Lisa hissed. “Rose is power. She made you. She built your name, gave you the company, the reputation, the life you show off to the world. Without her, you’re just another man living off her fortune.” She took a shaky step closer, her eyes dark and wild. “And she can strip it all away. Every last bit. You think she’ll let you keep your title after what you’ve done?”He stared at

After staring at them silently for a moment, Rose’s lips parted, a soft, broken sound escaping her, something between a whimper and a gasp.Duke stepped forward carefully, hands raised slightly, as though approaching a wild animal.“Rosie…” he said, voice trembling just enough. A performance. Everything about him was always a performance.Rose blinked at him slowly. Something unfocused and shattered floated behind her gaze.Then her lips stretched. Upward.A smile.Not a real one.A fractured one. Like her face had forgotten how to shape the expression.“Oh… Duke,” she whispered, and her voice was soft. Too soft. Like snow just before the avalanche. “You came.”Lisa shifted beside him, her jaw tightening. The faintest glimmer of discomfort... yes, Rose saw it. Even broken as she was, she saw everything.Rose tilted her head slightly, looking at them as though deciding whether they were real or ghosts.“But you’re late.”A small laugh fluttered from her lips, high, breathless.“So late

The air in the visiting room still trembled with what hadn’t been said.Duke’s lips parted, and for once, there was no careful script in his voice, no performance of reason or restraint. Just a man cracking open under the weight of what he’d done.“Rose…” His throat tightened. “I’m sorry.”Rose froze. Then, slowly, she turned her head toward him.Her eyes, flat, bruised with sleeplessness, lifted just enough to meet his.And she scoffed.“No, you’re not.”The words slid out like a cold wind, smooth and cutting.Duke flinched again, his shoulders curling in shame.Before he could speak, Lisa’s hand brushed his arm. Her tone dripped with saccharine impatience.“Honey, hurry up,” she murmured, voice soft but loud enough to sting. “I’m feeling sick, and you know this type of place isn’t healthy for our baby.”The world seemed to pause.Rose didn’t react. Not a twitch. Not a blink.She simply turned, the urn pressed close to her chest, and walked out. The sound of her shoes echoed softly a

“Eli!”Rose screamed his name, voice splitting through the air.Her body jolted upright, lungs convulsing as though dragged from underwater. Her fingers clawed at her chest, the air too thin, her pulse thunderous in her ears. Tears burned down her cheeks before she even realized she was awake.“My baby…” she gasped between breaths, chest rising and falling erratically. “My baby… Eli…”The words were broken, whispered through a throat still raw from death. Her fingers clutched at the place above her heart as though she could hold him there, keep him from fading.But the silence that followed was whole, thick, suffocating.Her eyes fluttered open, blurry, unfocused at first, until the world began to form around her.And what she saw left her speechless.The mattress beneath her wasn’t the narrow cot of the ward. It was soft, too soft, cushioning her trembling body. The silk sheet brushed against her skin, cool and gentle, smelling faintly of rosewater and fresh linen.She blinked, once,