All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNWANTED WIFE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

EMELYThe last thing I remembered was the cold hospital floor and the sudden panic crushing the air out of my chest. After that… everything went dark. I had no idea how much time had passed. It all felt like a long, fractured dream. Sometimes I thought I heard voices speaking somewhere far away. Sometimes a bright light pierced my eyes, but my body felt far too heavy to move. The sharp clink of metal instruments. Quick footsteps rushing past.And a firm voice saying, “Her blood pressure is dropping.”But everything sounded distant like I was submerged deep underwater, hearing the world only as faint, muffled echoes without truly understanding any of it.Then silence again. Time kept moving, slipping past me while I remained stuck somewhere in the dark. I didn’t know how long it had been when something warm touched my hand. And slowly… very slowly… my consciousness began to return.My eyelids felt unbearably heavy when I tried to open them. The light from the room blurred my vision at

EMELYFor a few seconds after Lorian spoke, the room fell completely silent.I was still holding my daughter against my chest, but my mind felt strangely blank. Lorian’s words echoed clearly in my ears the way she had said them with that sweet smile, as if it were nothing more than a light joke. But I knew better.She hadn’t merely said that I should breastfeed two babies. She was challenging me.My arms tightened unconsciously around my daughter’s tiny body. She continued nursing peacefully, her small face hidden against my breast. Usually the warmth of a baby like this could calm my heart, but right now my thoughts only felt more tangled.I knew everyone in this room was waiting for my reaction. Yet strangely, not a single word would come out.In the small crib beside my bed, the baby boy Lorian had brought earlier began to stir beneath his blanket. His tiny hands wriggled as if searching for something. A few seconds later, a soft cry broke the silence. Anna immediately turned towar

EMELY“There, there…”My mother’s gentle voice sounded beside me.I was still trying to steady my breathing as my awareness slowly returned. The dark spots that had clouded my vision were finally clearing. The first thing I saw was my mother standing beside the bed, cradling the baby boy who had been in my arms moments ago.Jaden.He was crying loudly again, his tiny face flushed red, his small hands flailing in the air. But my mother soothed him with practiced ease, rocking his little body gently while patting his back.“There you go, sweetheart… it’s alright…” she murmured softly.Jaden’s cries still lingered, but they gradually began to fade.Meanwhile, I hurriedly straightened my hospital gown, which had become slightly disheveled. My chest still throbbed, and the front of the fabric was damp where milk had leaked through. I swallowed slowly. My throat felt painfully dry.Only now did I truly realize just how thirsty I was. I reached for the glass of water on the bedside table and

EMELYNot long after my conversation with my mother ended, the crying started again.At first it was only a soft whimper, barely more than a tiny sound. But within seconds it grew into the unmistakable cry of a baby. I had been leaning weakly against the bed, but the sound made my eyes snap open.Chloe. She had begun crying in her little crib. Before I could even gather the strength to move, another cry suddenly joined from the other side of the room.Jaden. And his cry was even louder.I took a slow breath. My body still felt unbearably heavy after everything that had happened earlier. The dizziness had faded, but exhaustion clung stubbornly to every inch of me. My abdomen still throbbed each time I tried to shift my position.And on top of that… I hadn’t eaten anything since giving birth.A dull hunger was beginning to grow in my stomach, mixed with the lingering thirst that had nearly made me faint earlier.“Easy, sweetheart. Grandma will hold this one first.”My mother’s voice mad

LORIANThe burning sensation was still there. It pulsed faintly in my lower body, right around the stitches that had been bothering me for a while now. I drew in a slow breath, trying to control my expression so Anna—still standing beside the bed wouldn’t notice anything unusual.“Lorian?” she called carefully. “What are you feeling?”I immediately shook my head.“It’s nothing,” I said lightly, as if it truly meant nothing at all. “Probably just a little discomfort. I’ve been sitting too long.”In truth, the throbbing hadn’t completely faded. It felt like tiny stabs that came and went, occasionally tightening the muscles in my lower abdomen. But I had no intention of showing that. Not in front of Anna.She continued watching me with uncertainty. To reassure her, I picked up the wine glass from the tray and took another sip. The warm liquid slid down my throat, leaving that familiar sweet-tart taste behind.“Besides, I’m just tired,” I added casually as I set the glass back down. “It’s