All Chapters of The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

At half past four in the morning, Alina woke to the sound of the bedroom door next to hers opening and closing softly. Daniel's room, which Alina rarely entered. Her husband had just come home and gone straight to his own room without knocking on her door, without making sure she was still breathing.As usual.Alina stared at the still-dark ceiling of her room, listening to the sound of Daniel's footsteps on the other side of the wall. So close—separated by only one wall—but it felt like they were on different continents.The sound of the shower turned on. Daniel was washing away the fatigue of his long day, while she—his wife—lay alone, no more important than the furniture in this house.Alina couldn't fall back asleep. Something pushed her to get up—maybe masochism, maybe the need to know the truth she already suspected.She got up, put on a thin cardigan, and walked out of her room quietly. The hallway was dark and silent. Daniel's bedroom door was tightly closed, the sound of the

After making sure Daniel's car left, Alina returned to the mansion and sat in her quiet room. Staring at her open wardrobe. Rows of expensive gowns hung neatly—all chosen by Margaret, all in "appropriate" colors for a Mrs. Blackwood. Cream, navy, gray, black.Never red. Never bold."Alina?"A familiar voice made Alina turn. Emma stood in the doorway with two cups of coffee and a face full of concern."Mrs. Helen let me in. She said you needed a friend." Emma entered and closed the door. "And since you didn't answer my calls, I knew you really did."Alina smiled weakly. "Thank you for coming."Emma set down the coffee on the table and immediately hugged Alina tightly. "You look devastated. What happened?"Alina nodded, her throat tight. "I told Daniel I want a divorce."Emma drew a sharp breath, hugging Alina tighter. "Oh Alina... are you serious? You finally said it?""I couldn't take it anymore." Alina's voice trembled. "He came home smelling of Clarissa's perfume with lipstick on hi

Alina arrived at Emma's apartment on the twentieth floor, a modest unit in the business district—far from the luxury of the Blackwood mansion, but warm in a way that mansion had never been.The clock showed eleven at night when Alina arrived. The entire journey from the Plaza Hotel to there passed like a fog. Alina didn't remember how she hailed a taxi, didn't remember what she told the driver, didn't remember taking the elevator or knocking on Emma's apartment door.What Alina remembered was only one thing: Junior's screams."MAMA! MAMAAAA!"That sound repeated in her head like a broken record. Every time Alina closed her eyes, she saw Junior's small face—brown eyes full of tears, hands reaching out desperately, his small body struggling in Margaret's harsh embrace.Alina sat on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around her body, staring blankly at the window displaying the city lights at night. Emma was busy in the kitchen, occasionally glancing over with a worried face.Alina's phone

Daniel closed his eyes briefly, remembering an hour earlier.Last night Junior refused to eat from anyone. Refused to sleep in his room. Sat in front of Alina's bedroom door with his teddy bear, waiting.Mrs. Helen tried to take Junior to his room, but the boy struggled, crying hysterically."I WANT MAMA! MAMA ALINA!"Finally Daniel himself had to come down—for the first time in years—lifting Junior who was exhausted from crying, carrying him to his room after the boy had worn himself out.Junior fell asleep in Daniel's arms with a face wet with tears, but even in sleep, his lips still moved slowly whispering the word, "Mama..."Daniel placed Junior on the bed carefully, pulling the blanket up to his chin. He stood there for a moment, watching his son—a face peaceful in sleep but tear tracks still clear on his reddened cheeks.Daniel left Junior's room, closing the door soundlessly.In the corridor, Margaret and Clarissa were waiting. Both were still in their gala dinner gowns, hadn't

In the dining room, Daniel was already sitting in his usual place—at the end of the long table with his laptop open and steaming black coffee beside him. The man wore a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, his hair slightly messy as if he hadn't had time to groom properly.He looked up when he heard Alina's footsteps, their brown eyes meeting briefly."You're back," Daniel said flatly. Not a question. Not relief. Just a statement of fact."As you ordered," Alina answered in an equally cold tone.Daniel closed his laptop, leaning back in his chair, watching Alina with an unreadable expression. "Sit. We need to talk.""I want to see Junior first—""He's still sleeping," Daniel cut in. "And we need to establish some ground rules before you interact with him again."Ground rules?Alina looked at her husband with a mixture of disbelief and rising anger. "I don't need 'ground rules' to interact with a child I've raised for five years—""A child who was hysterical last night because you left