All Chapters of THE BILLIONARE'S UNWANTED WIFE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

EMELY“I’ve made my decision, Emely. I’d rather hire another woman to carry my child, or we get a divorce.”I froze. The words pierced straight through my heart so deeply that I could barely feel the floor beneath my feet.Alexander stood with his back to me, as if what he had just said wasn’t the destruction of his wife’s life, but a routine business decision.For a moment I thought I must have misheard him. The room was too quiet… too cold… even the ticking of the clock sounded louder than my own breath.“A–Alex… that’s impossible.” My voice cracked, unfamiliar to my own ears. “Why would you say that? I’m your wife. We just need to be a little more patient. We can keep trying!”“The problem,” he replied without turning, “is that we’ve been married a year and you still haven’t gotten pregnant. I can’t waste any more time.”Instinctively, my hands moved to my stomach, as if my body wanted to shield something that wasn’t even there. But the real wound wasn’t there—it was in my heart, c

EMELYI didn’t really sleep that night. It felt more like closing my eyes while waiting for morning to come. When the alarm finally rang, my head was heavy, but my body moved on autopilot, shower, light makeup, hair pinned neatly.I opened my laptop to check my emails, not expecting anything.A few seconds later — one new message.New email — from the candidate’s agency.My heart skipped faster than I wanted it to, though I forced myself to stay calm before opening it.“The candidate has reviewed your request and is willing to meet.”I blinked. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d receive a reply this quickly.Another message followed:“The meeting will be with you only. Without the husband present.”That was unusual — normally both partners were involved in this kind of process. But I chose not to overthink it.One more message arrived:“Location: Private restaurant, Château Rouge, 6:00 PM. If you are unable to come, the candidate will consider the process canceled.”Château Rouge… definitel

This house has always been quiet. But tonight… the quiet feels different. Not just silence — a silence that echoes, as if every corner wants to remind me that I am not wanted here.The living room light is still on because I can’t force myself to sleep. It’s almost two in the morning. My eyes burn, yet my body refuses to surrender to exhaustion.The last email from the medical agency keeps replaying in my head:[From this point forward, all decisions will be handled through Mr. Alexander Winchester. Emely does not need to be present.]I could reread it a hundred times it would stay the same. Cold. Final. Punishing without ever raising its voice.Some part of me wants to lie to myself, to believe this is all a misunderstanding. That maybe Alex will come home and explain. That maybe he’ll notice how shattered I am.But no. I know better than to hope for that.Alex isn’t coming home to explain anything to me. I’m not even sure he’s coming home at all tonight.I pull my knees to my chest,