บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNWANTED WIFE: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

EMELYI woke up that morning with my heart beating faster than usual.Not because of a nightmare, but because today I was going out. Alone. No family driver, no reporting my whereabouts to anyone. Just one hour, yet it felt like planning an escape.I stood in front of the wardrobe longer than I had in weeks, weighing my options. In the end, I chose a loose navy-blue midi dress. It was comfortable enough for my stomach, which was beginning to feel heavy, but still neat enough to suggest I cared about how I looked. I brushed my hair and swiped on a thin layer of nude lipstick. Small things, but it felt like slipping back into an old skin.When I went downstairs, Alexander was already seated at the dining table in his usual spot. A tablet in his hand, black coffee untouched beside it. He glanced up briefly as I entered, his gaze sharp as ever.“Eat first,” he said flatly, without a smile.I sat down and took some yogurt and fruit. My hands trembled slightly as I peeled an apple.“Where a

EMELY“Oh? Didn’t Alexander tell you that starting today, I’ll be living in this house too?”The world seemed to grind to a halt. I stared at Lorian, my mouth hanging open, but no sound came out. It was still broad daylight, sunlight spilling through the corridor windows, yet the room suddenly felt dark, airless, as if the walls were closing in on me.“What… what do you mean?” My voice finally broke through, barely a whisper, trembling so badly it almost disappeared.Lorian’s smile widened. She stepped farther inside without waiting for an invitation and sat down at the edge of my bed as if she belonged there. She crossed her legs gracefully, one hand stroking her rounded belly, the other braced against the mattress, right where I usually slept.“Alexander said it would be more practical if I stayed here until I give birth,” she said lightly, her tone sweet, as though she were talking about planning a picnic. “Our pregnancies are so close together, Em. Your baby and mine will be born

ALEXANDERI don’t understand what’s going through Emely’s head.How could she even think of forging a partnership with Steven Hale, the very rival who’s been circling Winchester Media Group like a shark, waiting for any sign of blood? What does she take me for? A husband she doesn’t respect? One she can simply ignore?Steven isn’t some amateur. He’s sharp, cunning, always one step ahead if you don’t watch him closely. And Emely, my wife, pregnant with my child, meets him alone. For a “script discussion,” she claims. I warned her clearly: no deals without my approval. She’d better listen. Because if she doesn’t, I’ll lose my temper. And I hate losing control.“Alex, what’s on your mind? You’ve looked restless all evening.”Lorian’s soft voice pulled me back. She sat beside me in the back of the car, her fingers brushing my cheek gently. We were on our way to the house, my house. I’d decided that afternoon, right after dropping Emely off from her little “meeting.” I went straight to Lor

EMELYThat afternoon I tried to find some peace in the backyard garden, the place that used to be my escape. The roses I’d planted myself two years ago were still blooming, even though I’d barely touched them lately. I held the hose, watering them slowly, letting the steady trickle drown out the chaos in my head that had been building since morning.I brushed my hand gently over my belly. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I turned off the hose, pulled it out, and saw the name on the screen.Naya.Alexander’s secretary at the company, the woman who’d worked for him for years and sometimes quietly tipped me off when he was “working too late.” I opened the message, hoping for something routine.It wasn’t.Naya: [Ma’am, sorry to bother you this afternoon. I just reviewed the CCTV footage from Mr. Alex’s office today. I’ve already deleted it from the company server, but I’m sending it to you first in case you want to see it yourself. I couldn’t stand watching him with Miss Lorian…]Below it, a

EMELYBy the time we got home, my body was so drained it practically ordered me to rest. I lay down in my room “just for a moment” and ended up sleeping for nearly an hour. When I woke, it was already close to nine. I headed downstairs slowly, clinging to the hope that today might be a little calmer.That hope shattered the moment I saw the dining table.Lorian was already there, wearing a neat apron, busy arranging plates like the lady of the house. A green smoothie sat in front of Alexander. Avocado toast with a boiled egg was placed neatly in front of her. And then there was a third plate, set deliberately in my seat, offered with a wide smile.“Hi, Em!” she chirped, as if we were old friends. “I cooked especially for all of us. This avocado toast is so good for pregnant women. You should try it. I picked the ripest avocado myself this morning.”Alexander sat at the head of the table, tablet in hand. He gave a small nod without looking up.“Good, Lorian. You really understand what’