Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNWANTED WIFE: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

EMELYEver since that night, since my eyes witnessed something no wife should ever have to see her husband do with another woman, especially while she’s carrying his child, something inside me went cold. Not shattered, not blown apart. Just frozen.I had stood behind the second-floor door, my body rigid, my heartbeat slipping out of rhythm. It felt like watching my own life being quietly taken from me, piece by piece, while I could do nothing but stand there. The pain was unsettlingly calm, and maybe that was what made it cut so deeply.And that night, I made a simple decision: I would never again let Alexander touch my heart so easily.The next morning, I woke up with walls already built solid and seamless. I spoke only when necessary. I kept my expression steady. Every time Alexander came near, I stepped back. Every time he called my name, I gave him only the bare minimum. His touch, which once melted every defense I had, now made me recoil before I could stop myself.It wasn’t beca

EMELYMy phone had already vibrated more than five times this morning. The sound filled the quiet room, echoing off the familiar walls that somehow felt foreign after last night. I stared at the glowing screen on my bedside table—never reaching for it, never moving closer. Just watching from a distance, as if that small device could tear down every wall I had left if I allowed myself even a step nearer.Steven.I didn’t need to check the name to know it was him. I hugged my arms around myself, leaning back against the headboard of my own bed. The sheets were still rumpled from the night before, and the air in the room felt too thick. Too many memories, too much heaviness piled up in corners I hadn’t had the strength to touch yet.I closed my eyes for a moment, dragging in a breath that didn’t quite make it all the way down.I wasn’t ignoring his messages to disappear. I wasn’t trying to make him worry. Steven didn’t deserve that.It was precisely because he cared… that I stayed silent

EMELYThe moment I realized Lorian was standing in the pantry doorway, the air in the room shifted. The soft laughter I’d shared with Amira evaporated instantly, fading the way morning dew disappears under sudden heat. Amira fell silent, her eyes dropping. And I automatically gripped the back of my chair, trying not to look shaken.There was something about Lorian’s presence something that squeezed the breath out of me even before she opened her mouth.I stood as fast as I could, almost too fast, catching a short, tight inhale before walking away. I didn’t want to be in the same room with her any longer than necessary.I headed for the stairs without looking back. Each step felt like putting distance between myself and a force that drained every bit of energy I had. The moment I reached the upper floor, I walked straight toward the guest room I’d been using to rest these past days.My hand had barely touched the door handle hadn’t even managed to close it when I heard footsteps behind

LORIANAlexander’s jaw tightened a clear sign his emotions were slipping out of control.“I… I don’t want to make things worse, Alex…” I murmured, my voice trembling. “I don’t want you getting angry at her… she’s pregnant… I know she’s sensitive…”I looked up at him again, eyes swimming, voice barely a whisper. “But what she said… it hurt.”Alexander’s breathing filled the space between us—deep, heavy, strained. He closed his eyes for a moment, maybe trying to keep his own temper from breaking loose.“Lorian,” he said at last, his tone lower now but edged with steel, “you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”I lowered my gaze, letting the tears fall silently this time. Just enough to make him want to pull me back into his arms.Alexander exhaled sharply. “I’m going to talk to Emely.”The moment he said, “I’m going to talk to Emely,” my whole body tensed—not out of fear, but because this was exactly where I’d meant to steer him all along. Still, I had to play my part to the very end

ALEXANDERI stood in the living room, my breath still uneven. Emely was staring down at me from the staircase, her expression cold, unreadable. And the quieter she became, the hotter my blood boiled.How could she act like that? How could she say something so cruel to Lorian—especially when the woman was carrying our child?Emely turned as if she meant to go back to the bedroom, and something inside me snapped.“Emely,” I called sharply.She froze but didn’t turn around.“Don’t walk away from this conversation.”Still nothing.I took a step forward, forcing myself to keep my voice from exploding, even though the frustration was burning through my chest.“You can’t just leave after hurting someone. You need to deal with what you caused.”At last, Emely turned slightly. Her eyes were swollen, but her expression was carved in stone. And for some reason, that look—cold, flat, challenging—tightened something in me even more.“Alex,” she said softly, emotionless, “I don’t want to fight.”“Ne