All Chapters of THE BILLIONARE'S UNWANTED WIFE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

EMELYThis 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 c

ALEXANDERI never believed a person could crash back into your life simply by being in the same room. It sounds exaggerated in theory, but it turns out it’s real. I experienced it myself.Lorian.The woman I forced myself to erase years ago was now sitting face-to-face with Emily. The universe was mocking me. My first love the one I buried deeper than any wound—had returned, not as a ghost from my past, but as the woman my wife chose to carry our child.If there’s a man on this planet capable of staying composed in a situation like that, it definitely isn’t me.That afternoon, I was supposed to attend a major meeting with international clients. But Emily asked me to come. She said she had finally found a suitable candidate. Since the meeting could be handled by my secretary, I left early and met Emily at a restaurant only a few blocks from the office.I sat down. Emily started talking, but her voice felt like an echo from a place miles away. The restaurant was loud conversations, clin

ALEXANDERThat morning felt unfamiliar… even though I woke up in my own bedroom.The blanket was still covering half my body. My head throbbed from the alcohol. Sunlight slipped through the curtains. Everything looked normal. What wasn’t normal was the empty space beside me. Cold. As if no one had ever slept there.Emily usually woke up after me, or at least she would still be clinging to my left arm, curled up like she always did. But today, there was no trace of her.I forced myself to sit up. The memories of last night surfaced slowly, one by one, like a slideshow I never asked to see.Lorian.The taxi. The club. Alcohol. Emily. And the name I should have never said.My stomach tightened.I got out of bed and walked toward the kitchen. Emily was there, still wearing a thin nightdress, her hair tied carelessly as she poured tea into a cup. It should have been a warm scene. But it wasn’t.“Morning,” I said.She glanced briefly. “Morning.”No smile. No hug. No question about where I h