All Chapters of The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Mrs. Helen stood in front of Alina's bedroom mirror with trembling hands holding a comb.Alina sat in a chair with a posture as stiff as a doll. Her eyes stared blankly at the mirror but not really seeing her own reflection."Madam," Mrs. Helen whispered in a soft voice full of worry. "Mr. Daniel will be home this afternoon. Let me help you tidy up, okay?"No response. No reaction.Mrs. Helen took a trembling breath and began combing Alina's hair with very gentle movements—as if touching something very fragile that could break at any moment.Alina's hair, which used to be thick and shiny, now looked dull and fell out on the comb. Mrs. Helen felt her chest tighten seeing how many strands fell every time she combed."Madam is beautiful," Mrs. Helen whispered while braiding Alina's hair in a simple way. "Mr. Daniel will surely be happy to see Madam looking neat."Still no response.Mrs. Helen took some moisturizer and applied it gently to Alina's pale face. Her skin felt cold and dry und

Dr. Ross arrived twenty minutes later with a medical bag in hand and a face that looked panicked.The middle-aged woman stepped into Alina's room with tense posture—shoulders slightly hunched as if carrying an invisible burden.Daniel stood beside the bed where Alina lay with eyes closed. Her breathing was short and irregular after the exhausting vomiting episode."Dr. Ross," Daniel greeted in a voice still full of urgency but more controlled. "Thank you for coming."Dr. Ross nodded while placing the medical bag on the bedside table."Mr. Blackwood," she answered in a professional tone but with tension in her voice. "What happened?"Daniel explained quickly—Alina hadn't eaten for almost twenty-four hours, vomited heavily when smelling food, drastically declining physical condition, and the suicide attempt a few days ago.Dr. Ross listened while taking out a stethoscope and blood pressure monitor from her bag.Her eyes occasionally glanced at Alina with an expression that was hard to r

Daniel and Dr. Ross came out of the study with serious expressions—both had just finished a long discussion about the care protocol for Alina who was pregnant in critical condition."Remember what I said, Dr. Ross," Daniel said in a tone that left no room for error. "Full dose prenatal vitamins. Daily IV nutrition until she can eat properly. And close monitoring for signs of fetal distress."Dr. Ross nodded with a pale face."I understand, Mr. Blackwood. I will—""PAPA!"A cheerful voice cut off their conversation.Daniel turned and saw Junior running across the corridor with a wide smile—an expression very different from the fear he showed a few days ago when Daniel slapped him."Junior," Daniel greeted while opening his arms.Junior immediately hugged Daniel's waist tightly—an embrace full of the joy of a small child who missed his father."Papa's home!" Junior said in an excited voice. "I missed Papa! Where has Papa been?"Daniel smiled—the first genuine smile since coming home. He

At the Blackwood family mansion, Alina sat in a chair near the window, her hand moving slowly to touch her stomach.Her fingers traced the flat, thin surface—no visual sign of the life growing inside. But Dr. Ross had confirmed it. Blood test. Urine test. All positive.She was pregnant.Two weeks.Alina stared at the closed curtains with empty eyes. Her mind spun in the same circles as the past few days—between confusion, fear, and something resembling profound sadness.She should be happy.Pregnancy was a blessing—something celebrated with smiles and hope.But all Alina felt was a terrible emptiness.Once—before all this—Alina had imagined having a child with Daniel.That was when their contract marriage still felt tolerable. When Daniel treated her with minimal respect. When Alina could still smile and think that maybe they could build something more than just a business arrangement.She had once imagined what it would be like to carry Daniel's child. Imagined how they would become

The night passed slowly and torturously. Alina lay in bed with her eyes open, staring at the dark ceiling. Every time her eyes began to feel heavy, Daniel's words echoed in her head—threats about her father, about the destruction of Hayes Corporation, about the eight million dollar debt that could be called at any time. And each time, Alina jolted awake with her heart pounding hard. When dawn finally illuminated the window curtains with dim gray light, Alina still hadn't slept at all. Her body felt heavy—as if filled with lead. Her head throbbed with a dull ache. And her hand—which moved to her stomach with a gesture that had become automatic—trembled with profound exhaustion. The door opened gently. Mrs. Helen entered with a breakfast tray and a face full of worry. "Ma'am," she called in a soft voice. "It's morning. The examination will begin in two hours." Alina didn't respond. She just continued staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. Mrs. Helen set the tray