All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

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The Hidden Past

MARY'S POV:I felt something crack a bit inside my chest."Cancel it," I said."Excuse me?""The party. Whatever he's planning. Cancel it."He stared at me for a long moment. Then his mouth curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I don't take orders from delusional women who pretend to be married to my friends.""I'm not pretending.""Then where is he?" He spread his arms wide, gesturing at the empty foyer, the silent staircase, the closed doors. "If you're his wife, where's your husband? Why isn't he here? Why hasn't he mentioned you? Not once. In all the years i have known him. Not a single word."I opened my mouth and then closed it.Because he was right. Alistair wasn't here. I didn't know where he was—upstairs, probably, or already gone, slipped out the back while I was standing in the kitchen pretending to cook for his mistress. And my phone was still in the kitchen, untouched since last night, and I hadn't seen a single message or missed call from the man who was suppo

I Won’t Beg Anymore

MARY'S POV:The man in the leather jacket looked at the hidden photograph in my hands, then at my face, then back at the photograph.His expression shifted.The lazy amusement drained away first, replaced by something that looked almost like confusion. Then the confusion hardened into something else—something that might have been concern, or guilt, or the uncomfortable realization that he had miscalculated."I should go," he said.And then he left.Just like that. No apology. No explanation. No offer to help or stay or even close the door behind him. He turned on his heel and walked out of my house, his expensive shoes clicking against the marble floor until the sound faded into nothing.The front door swung shut with a soft click.I stood there in the middle of the foyer, surrounded by broken glass and scattered photographs, and I didn't even have time to care. Because the second he was gone—the second the silence settled back into the house like dust settling on old furniture—I hear

I Won’t Beg Anymore (2)

MARY'S POV:"You're taking his car," I said. It wasn't a question."He said I could." She slipped the keys into the pocket of her robe and glanced back at me over her shoulder. "I have things to do. Places to be. Don't wait up."The door opened. The morning light spilled in, golden and warm, illuminating every crack in the marble floor, every piece of broken glass, every photograph scattered at my feet.And then she was gone.The door closed behind her. The engine of Alistair's car rumbled to life in the driveway. I stood there in the silence, still holding the broken frame, still wearing my flour-dusted apron, still trying to understand how my life had become this.I walked to the kitchen. My phone was on the counter, exactly where I had left it. The screen was dark. No messages. No missed calls. Nothing from Alistair.I picked it up and dialed his number.It rang once. Twice. Three times."Mary?" His voice was distracted, distant, like he was already thinking about something else. "

The Final Decision

Mary's POV:Elowen's small hand stayed on my cheek for a long time after I asked the question.The kitchen was quiet around us—the refrigerator humming, the clock ticking, the morning light shifting across the floor in slow golden arcs. I could hear my own breathing, shallow and uneven, and I could hear hers, slower, steadier, like she was the one holding me together instead of the other way around."I don't want to never see Dad," she said finally.The words landed softly, but they landed hard. I felt them in my chest, in my throat, in the places where I had been storing all the hope I hadn't let myself feel for years."Of course not, baby," I said. "You'll always see him. Nothing will ever change that."She pulled back slightly, just enough to look at my face. Her eyes, those dark, serious eyes that saw too much and asked too many questions, searched mine for something I couldn't name."But I'd even more not want to see you sad."The words hit me like a physical blow.I had spent th

The Line I Crossed

Mary's POV:Elowen's kindergarten was a fifteen-minute drive from the house.I held her hand the whole way there. She didn't pull away, didn't squirm, didn't complain that I was holding too tight. She just walked beside me with her purple backpack slung over her shoulder, her hair finally brushed, her dress replaced with jeans and a t-shirt that said I Heart Unicorns in glittery letters.At the classroom door, she stopped and turned to look at me."Mommy?""Yes, baby?""Are you going to talk to Dad today?"I crouched down so we were eye to eye. "Yes. I am.""Are you going to be sad again after?"The question was so simple, and so complicated, and so perfectly her that I almost started crying right there in the hallway."No," I said. "I'm not going to be sad. I promise."She studied my face for a long moment. Then she nodded, as if satisfied, and threw her arms around my neck."I love you, Mommy.""I love you too, baby. Have a good day."She disappeared into the classroom, and I stood

The Divorce Papers

Mary's POV:"I'm sorry, but Mr. Vane is in meetings all morning. If you'd like to leave your name and number, I can have someone—""Mary," I said. "My name is Mary."She typed something into her computer. Scrolled. Typed again. Her smile never changed."I'm not seeing a Mary on his schedule. Are you with a vendor? A client?"I looked past her, down the hallway lined with glass-walled offices. I could see people moving, talking, working. None of them looked up. None of them noticed me.None of them knew who I was.And why would they? Alistair had never told them. He had never mentioned me at company parties, never brought me to holiday events, never once acknowledged that he had a wife and a daughter waiting for him at home.His friends—the ones he played poker with, the ones he went to bachelor parties with, the ones who had known about Vesper for years—had never heard my name.My friends, the ones I had convinced to invest in his company, had become his friends over time. I saw them

The Viral Wife

MARY'S POV:The elevator touched the ground floor, and the doors slid open into a lobby that suddenly felt like a stage.I walked across the marble floor with my head high, my heels clicking in rhythm with my heartbeat. The security guard at the front desk glanced up at me, then looked away. A group of employees huddled near the coffee kiosk, laughing about something I couldn't hear. None of them knew. None of them had any idea that the woman walking past them had just delivered divorce papers to the CEO of the company they worked for.That was fine. They would know soon enough.The drive home was quiet. Too quiet. The radio played something soft and forgettable, and I let the sound wash over me without really hearing it. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary. My mind kept circling back to the folder on the receptionist's desk, to the way her smile had crumbled, to the words I had finally said out loud after one years of swallowing them.I'm his wife.Such a small

The Internet Erupts

MARY'S POV:I stared at the screen, my finger frozen over the notification. His profile picture was the same one he had used for years, a professional headshot, his smile controlled, his eyes unreadable. And next to it, in small gray letters, the word that changed everything:Liked.He had seen the posts. He had read them, or at least glanced at them, and he had liked one of them. Maybe accidentally. Maybe on purpose. Maybe because he agreed with what it said.It didn't matter.The like had been removed by the time I found it, quickly, probably as soon as someone told him it was there. But not quickly enough. The damage was done. Thousands of people had already seen it. Screenshots had already been taken. The internet never forgot, and neither would I.I set my phone down and walked to the window.The street outside was quiet. Normal. Cars drove past. A neighbor walked their dog. A child rode a bicycle in wobbly circles on the sidewalk. Nothing had changed, and yet everything had chan

Too Busy Being Happy

ALISTAIR POV:The morning light came through the big and huge windows of the hotel suite, soft and golden, and I stood there with a cup of coffee in my hand and a feeling in my chest that I had almost forgotten existed.Happiness.Real happiness. Vesper was back.I turned away from the window and looked at the bed. She was still asleep, her dark hair spread across the pillow, her lips slightly parted, one bare shoulder exposed above the white sheet. She looked the same as she had all those years ago, younger, somehow, even though we both knew time had passed. The same delicate curve of her jaw. The same soft rise and fall of her breathing. The same way of taking up space in a room without seeming to try.I had loved her for so long that I couldn't remember what my life felt like before her.Not that we had ever been together. Not really. Back then, I was no one. A college kid with ambition and nothing else. No money, no connections, no way to give her the life she deserved. I watched

Blind in Love

ALISTAIR POV:I held a private party for Vesper that day.It was not public. The reporters were still crazily following her around, camping outside hotels and restaurants, printing lies about the two of us. So I kept it small. A rented penthouse overlooking the city, a few close friends, good champagne with soft music to go with.But once things calmed down, once the world moved on to the next scandal, I planned to throw her an even grander party. The type of party that people talked about for years. Something worthy of her.Vesper arrived in a silver dress that caught the light like water. Her hair was pinned up, her neck bare except for a thin gold chain. She looked like something out of a dream."You did all of this for me?" she asked, her voice soft and warm."All of this and more," I said.She smiled, and I felt that warmth spread through my chest.The evening passed in a blur of laughter and champagne. I watched her move through the room, watched her charm my friends, watched he

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