Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNWANTED WIFE: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

LORIANI had never seen Emely that fragile.From the bottom of the stairs, I watched her how her body trembled on her way back to the bedroom, how her shoulders sank as if the weight of the entire world pressed down on her back. She hadn’t even bothered wiping her tears. The door closed behind her with a small, shaky click she couldn’t hide.And I… savored every second of it. A quiet satisfaction warmed my chest—not because I hated her, but because she finally tasted even a fraction of what she often served me: the coldness, the judging eyes, the cutting words that made me feel like I was just a background character in her perfect little household.Now she was the small one. The fragile one. For the first time since all of this began, the power between us wasn’t equal anymore.My hand drifted to my stomach, a thin smile blooming openly on my lips. “At least,” I whispered to myself, “today I’m not the one crying.”I waited a few minutes before heading upstairs. The house was quiet; Ami

LORIANI walked out of Emely’s room with my jaw clenched, heat crawling under my skin—hotter than anything I’d ever felt before. The nerve she had. The audacity to look at me like that. To twist every word I said and throw it back at me as if I were nothing more than some side character who accidentally wandered into her story.When in reality, I was the one who had the right to feel safe in this house. I was the one carrying Alex’s child. I was the one who had been here first. But just now Emely had looked at me like I was nobody.I descended a few steps, anger pulsing through my chest like a storm. My breaths came short—not from exertion, but from pure, seething rage. I stopped halfway down the stairs, my hand gripping the wooden railing while my mind worked fast.A sly, familiar instinct rose from the darkest part of me the instinct that always surfaced when my position felt threatened. If Emely wanted to play rough, I could play rougher. A thin, cold smile tugged at my lips.The i

EMELYI didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. It had been almost an hour since the sound of Alex’s car disappeared beyond the gate, leaving the house wrapped in a suffocating silence. I sat alone in the living room with a thin blanket I thought would comfort me, but it only made the cold in this house feel sharper.The more I tried to close my eyes, the more restless my body became. Images of Lorian sprawled on the stairs, her crying, the way Alex looked at me without saying anything… all of it kept looping in my mind. I hugged my knees, trying to steady my breathing. I knew I wasn’t the one at fault here. I was just… angry. Frustrated. And somehow, it felt like I was the one who fell down those stairs, not her.The dim living room lights only added to the exhaustion stinging my eyes. I eventually leaned my head back against the sofa, hoping to give my body even a small moment of rest.My eyelids had barely begun to drop when the front gate screeched open from outside—loud and sudden. My heart jo

EMELYThe drive to Mama’s house passed in silence not the heavy, suffocating kind, but the kind that feels like a blanket. The city had gone quiet, streetlights slipping past the windows in soft yellow streaks. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, letting my exhausted body steal a small sense of safety.Mama didn’t ask many questions. She just glanced at me every now and then to make sure I was breathing steadily. Every time the car turned, memories I hadn’t felt in so long flickered in my mind.Breakfast with Mama and Papa. The smell of toasted bread. Papa’s quiet laugh whenever he teased her. A peaceful house without raised voices, without fake crying, without sharp gazes or manipulation.A place where I could simply be myself again. The memory was so vivid I could almost feel it. My eyes were open, but a small smile tugged at my lips. It felt like going home.A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of Mama’s house. The porch light glowed softly, offering the same warm we

ALEXANDERThat morning, I woke with a heavy head and a dry throat, as if I’d spent the night breathing smoke and drowning in noise, when the truth was it had only been my own anxiety echoing inside a house that suddenly felt far too big.My eyes blinked open slowly. The room was silent. I dragged a hand down my face, inhaled a long breath, then pushed myself out of bed.My first steps into the hallway felt strange, like something was missing from my usual morning rhythm. Normally… there would be Emely. A quiet knock on the bathroom door, or the soft shuffle of her feet heading to the kitchen. But today, there was nothing.I ignored the odd feeling for the moment. Maybe she was still asleep. Downstairs, the faint scent of something sautéed drifted through the air. Amira stood in the kitchen, flipping an egg in the pan.“Morning, Amira,” I greeted.She jolted slightly, then bowed a little. “Good morning, Sir. I’m sorry if I woke you.”“No. You didn’t.” I glanced at the pan. “How’s Loria