Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONARE'S UNWANTED WIFE: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

EMELYThe call ended, but the uneasiness didn’t disappear with it. I stared at the dark screen of my phone, standing frozen beside my car. There had been something in Alex’s expression earlier. Not just exhaustion. Not just the heat, like he claimed. Something he was hiding.I almost drove straight home. Or to his office just to make sure. But my body froze when my eyes caught something at the end of the street.Alex’s black car. Parked in front of a house I didn’t recognize. Not his office. Not the fertility clinic. Not a hospital. A house I had never seen before, yet somehow it felt familiar.A few seconds later I remembered.This morning, I accidentally walked past the kitchen while Alex was on the phone. The speaker was on, so his voice was loud. And I was almost certain he was talking to Naya, his personal assistant at the company.I had known Naya for years. She was professional, respectful, and always kind to me as Alexander’s wife. So when Alex left using his other car, I calle

EMELYThe doorbell rang three times, loud and sharp. I was still stirring my coffee when Alex hurried down the stairs. It was only eight in the morning.“Alex!” A woman’s voice echoed clearly through the house before I even saw her face.Anna Winchester.There was no good morning, no polite smile. She walked right in without waiting to be invited, her eyes scanning the living room as if she were checking whether everything still met her standards.I stepped out of the kitchen carrying two cups of coffee—one for Alex and one for myself. Anna’s gaze immediately landed on the mugs in my hands, and I knew she understood.“Emely,” she said in that elegant yet razor-sharp tone, “did you just wake up?”“I’ve been up since dawn.” I took my seat and placed the coffee in front of Alex. “I worked out earlier.”Anna gave a small nod, studying me for a long moment before speaking again.“Working out is good. But you need to be realistic. There are things sweat can’t fix.”No one answered. None of

ALEXANDERThe house felt bigger this morning. Emely had only been gone twenty minutes, yet the air already tasted different. Her coffee still lingered, sharp and warm, curling above the kitchen island. Her cup sat untouched in the sink, a faint pink lipstick print on the rim like a ghost that hadn’t realized it was dead.I stood in front of the walk-in closet mirror, smoothing the front of my white shirt. Tie hanging loose. I caught my own eyes and smiled.Finally free.My phone buzzed.Lorian: [I’m at the gate. Can I come straight in?] Alexander: [Front door’s unlocked. Come on up.]I slipped the phone into my pocket and took the stairs slowly, barefoot on cold marble. At the bottom, the front door eased open.There she was: cream coat, hair spilling over her shoulders, little overnight bag swinging from one hand. She gave me that shy half-smile, then walked straight into my arms.“Morning,” she whispered against my neck.I kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. “Morning, gorgeo

EMELYMy question had barely faded from the air when Steven looked at me for a long moment. It wasn’t curiosity, and it wasn’t the look of someone trying to uncover another person’s secrets. It was the look of someone choosing his words carefully, afraid to step on a wound that hadn’t healed.“I asked because I care,” he said at last. “Not to pry into your life. I just wanted to know if you still have room left for yourself.”I hadn’t expected that answer. For a second, I couldn’t find the right words. All I could do was take a slow breath and keep my expression steady.Steven gave a small smile and shook his head, making sure I didn’t feel cornered. “And it seems you’re not ready to talk about it yet. That’s okay.”And just like that, the topic ended—without awkwardness, without pressure, without expectation. I appreciated it more than I could say.He straightened a stack of papers on his desk, slipping comfortably back into professional mode. “If you don’t mind, I want to jump into t

STEVEN“A-What?”The word slipped out before I could stop it—not because I wanted to be dramatic, but because I genuinely didn’t expect that name to come out of Emely’s mouth.I lifted a hand slightly, signaling her to wait a moment. I needed to choose my words carefully, something that wouldn’t add weight to what she was already carrying.“I know that name,” I said slowly. “Winchester Media Group… they’re one of the biggest media conglomerates. And yes, they’re Astra Studios’ main rival.”Emely fell silent. She wasn’t panicking—she was processing.“So my husband…” her voice softened, “he’s on the opposite side of your family?”“In business, yes.” I shook my head. “But that has nothing to do with you.”She finally nodded, still unsettled but no longer frozen.“You won’t pull away because of that… right?” she asked cautiously.“No.” The answer left my mouth immediately. “That’s company business. You’re not part of that rivalry.”Her shoulders lowered, just a fraction, like a small weig