All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNWANTED WIFE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ALEXANDERThe house was too neat to feel alive.I stood in the doorway longer than I should have, the key still clenched in my hand, my suitcase untouched at my feet. There were no hurried footsteps from inside. No bedroom door swinging open because someone had sensed my arrival. No greeting that was half formal, half hopeful.Only silence.And for the first time, that silence didn’t feel like a peaceful home. It felt like a space that had been abandoned—emptied of someone who might never return.“Good evening, Sir.”The voice came from the living room.Amira stood near the sofa, her hands folded neatly in front of her. A posture too familiar. One I hadn’t seen in far too long.I blinked slowly. “You…”“I started again today, Sir,” she said carefully. “Mrs. Emely requested it.”The sentence was simple. Its impact was not.I watched her for a moment before finally setting my suitcase down. “Where is Emely?”“In her room. She’s been resting since this afternoon.”Her tone remained neutr

LORIANThe door wasn’t fully closed.I noticed it too late—or maybe too soon, because the moment I realized, I didn’t move at all.The sounds from inside the room came in fragments. Not clear words. Just tones. Rhythm. Breaths that could no longer be mistaken for ordinary conversation. I stood there with my palm pressed to the cold wall, listening without truly wanting to hear.It was strange how the body could remain upright while something inside your chest collapsed.There were no tears. No dramatic reaction like the kind people expect in moments like this. Only a long, sterile silence in my head—empty, clean, almost too clean. Like a room that had been swept spotless, only to suddenly lose all its furniture.So… in the end, it really did return to this.My mind concluded it calmly.I wasn’t angry. Not yet. What I felt instead was… misplaced. As if I’d been standing in the wrong position all along, believing I mattered more than I did. As if all the attention, all the small habits,

LORIANThe door clicked shut behind us, soft and deliberate. I made sure not to lock it. That tiny sound—barely there—was just enough to let the smallest thread of noise slip out into the hallway. I knew Emely was still out there. Maybe frozen in place. Maybe holding her breath until her chest burned. Good. Let her hear every second of it. This wasn’t an accident. This had been part of the plan since the moment I woke up this morning.Alex stood in the middle of the room like a statue that had started to crack. His back was rigid, fingers still wrapped around the doorknob as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. He wouldn’t meet my eyes, but the pulse hammering at his throat gave him away—fast, unsteady, betraying everything he tried to hide. This morning he looked more fragile than I’d ever seen him: eyes faintly bloodshot from lack of sleep or maybe from tears he’d never admit to, hair mussed, shoulders slumped under a weight no one else could see.I moved toward him withou

EMELYThe morning air felt different the moment I stepped outside—colder, sharper, clinging to my skin as if trying to make sure I was fully awake. The street was still quiet, yet my heartbeat sounded far too loud when Steven’s car pulled up in front of the gate.He stepped out faster than I expected. The car door shut softly, and he walked toward me with an expression he couldn’t quite hide. Worried. Frustrated. Afraid. All layered into one.“Emely,” he said quietly. “You’re so pale.”“I’m fine.” The answer came automatically—reflexive, like something I’d been trained to say my whole life.Steven studied me for a long beat, as if searching my face for the lie he knew was there. “Are you sure you can walk on your own?”I gave a small smile, refusing to look fragile. “It’s just a routine check-up, Steven. I’m fine.”But when I started toward the car, the ground seemed to shift slightly beneath my feet. Not enough to make me stumble, but enough for Steven to reach out and steady my arm.

STEVENI didn’t react right away when the words left Emely’s mouth.“Lorian has been living with us.”“And this morning… I walked in on Lorian sleeping with Alex.”A few silent seconds passed, but inside my head, everything detonated at once.I just stared at her—Emely, sitting on my couch, her body half-trembling, eyes glassy with tears, lips quivering as she tried to hold them back. Emely, who never cried in front of me, never opened herself this far. Emely, who lived her life repeating ‘I’m fine’ like it was the only language she knew.And now she was crying—not from physical pain… but because her heart had been torn apart.I let out a long, steady breath, trying to keep something from rising in my chest. Anger. Not the small kind. The kind that makes your jaw clench until it hurts.“Emely…” My voice came out lower than I intended. “You… saw it yourself?”She nodded once, slowly. Tears fell again before she could stop them.That alone was enough to make my heart stop.I turned my h