บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNWANTED WIFE: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

ALEXANDERThere was a brief silence on the other end.“Of course. Do we have any initial information?”“None.” I kept my voice from snapping. “Her phone is on, but she keeps declining my calls. Check the CCTV footage around the complex—entry points, exits, any taxis or ride-hailing services she might’ve used. Trace every possibility.”“Understood, Sir. We’ll begin now.”“And,” I added quickly, “if you find the car that picked her up… find out who the driver is. I want everything.”“Understood.”I ended the call with a heavy exhale, lowering my head and pinching the bridge of my nose. Inside, something tightened hard something I didn’t want to name.Fear. Not fear of being left… but fear of losing control.I tried calling Emely again. Same result. Declined. My jaw locked.“All right, Emely…” I murmured, low and dark. “If you won’t talk to me… I’ll come get you myself.”I had barely dropped the call for the umpteenth time when my phone vibrated again. The number flashing on the screen w

EMELYThe morning air was biting cold as Mama and I stepped outside, but nothing felt colder than the dread that had been gnawing at my chest since last night. We got into the car, and Mama started the engine without a word. Maybe she knew that nothing she said would pull my mind away from the one thing consuming me.Papa.The whole drive, I held my stomach not to comfort the baby, but to keep my hands from shaking. The trees along the road blurred past, smeared by tears that gathered but refused to fall. Mama glanced at me from time to time, yet she didn’t scold, didn’t ask a thing. And I was grateful for that. I didn’t have the energy to answer questions or explain anything. Even breathing felt like a burden.“Mel,” Mama finally broke the silence. “We’re almost there.”I nodded, even though my throat was too tight to speak. When the car rolled into the hospital’s parking lot, my knees turned weak, as if my body understood what awaited us long before my mind was willing to accept it.

EMELYWhen Mama said those words, the world seemed to stop for a moment.Alexander who had been so harsh, so demanding, so determined to control every breath I took fell suddenly silent. His eyes went blank for a few seconds, as if Mama’s words had slammed into the walls of his ego and slipped past without permission.I stood beside him, still swiping away the last traces of tears on my cheeks. My chest rose and fell quickly, not just from the emotions, but because for the first time… someone was standing up for me. Mama.She stepped a little closer, her voice softer now, but still firm.“Alexander… Emely’s father is in critical condition. He hasn’t regained consciousness since yesterday afternoon. The doctor is still monitoring his blood pressure and breathing.”Alexander swallowed hard, the movement subtle. “Critical… since when?”“Since before Emely came to my house last night,” Mama replied without hesitation. “I brought him here immediately. And as of this morning, there’s still

EMELY“Emely! You’re unbelievable!”My whole body froze.The scream was so sharp, so sudden, it punched the air right out of my lungs. My fingers were still curled around the doorknob, but I couldn’t move. My heartbeat scattered, slamming wildly against my ribs as if trying to break free.Slowly, I turned around.Lorian stood at the foot of the stairs—her face flushed red, her eyes glossy with tears, her breath hitching, not from exhaustion… but from fury.“You must be thrilled, aren’t you?” she spat, her voice shaking with rage. “So this is what you wanted! Because of you—because of your toxic influence—Alex finally kicked me out!”I blinked. Once. Twice. Stunned that she was actually attacking me like this.“W–What… what are you talking about?” My voice barely made it out, splintered by shock.Lorian stepped onto the first stair, her movements heavy but her expression anything but weak. Her anger sharpened, wild and unrestrained. “Don’t you pretend you don’t know, Emely! Don’t act i

EMELYIt had been three days since Lorian left the house. Three days that felt lighter than all the weeks before. The house was finally quiet again no restless footsteps, no piercing stares that forced me to stay on guard. Even so, my scalp still throbbed whenever I touched it the bruise from her pulling my hair hadn’t faded.This morning I sat at the dining table, letting the warmth of a glass of water calm me. When my phone buzzed, I glanced down and saw Mama’s name on the screen.“Ma?” I answered quickly.Mama’s voice sounded more relieved than it had in days. “Mel, your father is awake.”I shot to my feet. “Really? Papa’s awake?”“Yes. Early this morning. The doctor said his condition is starting to stabilize.”My eyes burned instantly. Relief I’d been holding back for so long finally spilled over. “Thank you, Ma. I… I’m so happy.”“He asked for you. I told him you need rest. He understands. Come when you’re ready.”When the call ended, I lowered my head, letting a long breath esc