All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back): Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

MARY'S POV: ​It felt as though the solid floor beneath my feet was slowly dissolving away into nothing, making every single breath of air heavier, colder, and far more painful to pull into my lungs. The high walls of the room seemed to close in around my body, the surrounding air growing thick, heavy, and completely suffocating. I could feel the terrible weight of her tearful gaze pressing against my heart, along with the unsaid question hanging quietly in her eyes. I could feel the suffocating pressure of her silent hope, her desperate, heartbroken need for this terrible mess to somehow work out smoothly, so that her family could remain whole. ​Did Beatrice genuinely want me to give up my freedom and agree to this terrible contract too? ​The heartbreaking thought pierced straight through my chest like a sharp iron blade. This was the exact same woman who had been far more of a real mother to me over the years than my own late biological mother had ever bothered to be. The type wom

MARY'S POV:​I slowly lifted my head up from the cold porcelain rim.​The wide mirror was hanging right in front of my face, clearly reflecting the room standing behind my back.​And staring straight back at me in the glass reflection was Vesper's cruel, smiling face.​She was standing right behind my weak body, her right hand still pressed firmly against my lower back, her sharp, neat fingernails digging hard into my skin through the thin fabric of my top. Her facial expression was pure smugness, icy cold, and completely triumphant. Her red lips were curved upward into a wide smile that did not reach her dark, calculated eyes at all. She looked exactly like a satisfied street cat that had successfully trapped a tiny mouse in a corner, taking her time to savor the delicious moment right before making the final kill.​She suddenly released her firm hold on my shirt, stepping backward as if I were some filthy thing she could not bear to touch with her clean fingers. She slowly pulled a

MARY'S POV:​Vesper gently reached up her small hand and stroked his ear, her manicured fingers running smoothly through his short hair, her sweet voice sounding soft and soothing against his ear. "My sweet baby, please do not get so upset over her. I already know how good of a man you are. I know deep down that you are only trying your best to help her out of a bad spot."​I just stood there staring at the two of them without showing a single drop of emotion on my face.​My face felt like a stiff mask, carefully constructed to hide every single thing I was truly feeling inside my heart. The deep rage, the sharp physical pain, the burning humiliation, every bit of it was locked away safely behind a massive wall of frozen ice. I had learned through years of living in this lonely mansion how to hide my true feelings from the world. I had learned how to force a polite smile when I desperately wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, and how to stay completely silent when every fiber of m

MARY'S POV:​A massive wave of deep humiliation and pure, hot rage suddenly surged straight through my entire chest.​It felt as though all the hot blood in my body had suddenly rushed right up into my head at once. The whole room started spinning around, the high walls feeling like they were crashing down on my shoulders, and the air in my chest turning cold and thin. I could feel the heavy weight of their eyes on my body, the cold judgment, the fake pity, and the smug satisfaction coming from Vesper. I could feel Vesper's quiet amusement, Alistair's deep frustration, and Beatrice's silent, hopeless plea hanging in the background.​I looked straight into my husband's eyes.​"Is that really how you see things?" I spoke out, my voice dropping low, sharp, and deeply dangerous. "In that case, you can be happy for my happiness right now."​I suddenly reached out my hands, grabbed Marl tightly by the collar of his shirt, pulled his head down, and kissed him deeply right on the lips.​The w

MARY'S POV:​His kiss was nothing like Alistair's. There was no pushing, no ownership, no calculating energy. He was just... there and so patient. As if he had all the time in the world and was taking his time with it. His lips moved against mine smoothly, without any rush, almost as if he was trying to remember the feel of me.​My knees almost gave out. My fingers gripped his neck tighter, twisting into his hair to keep myself upright. I could feel the strong, steady thump of his chest against mine, slow and completely calm, which was the total opposite of the wild mess breaking out all around us. The smell of him filled my nose, cedar wood and something crisp, like cold air after heavy rain.​It wasn't until I heard Beatrice stammering nearby that my mind snapped back to reality.​"Wh-what... what is going on here?"​Her voice was thin and high, shaking with confusion. I could hear how lost she was, how hard her brain was working to make sense of what her eyes were looking at.​I st