All Chapters of The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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A Child's Promise

Alina and Junior sat in each other's embrace for a few moments—silent, just feeling each other's presence.Then Junior pulled back slightly. Looking at Alina with an expression too serious for a six-year-old."Mama," he said softly. "Junior promises to be a good child."Alina frowned, stroking Junior's wet cheeks. "Junior is already a good child, sweetheart.""No." Junior shook his head. "Junior promises to be a better child. Won't make trouble. Won't make Papa punish Mama again."Those words made Alina fall silent.Punished.Junior knew. Somehow, that small child already understood."Junior, sweetheart—" Alina tried to speak but Junior continued."Last night Junior obeyed," Junior said in a voice trying to sound strong but still trembling slightly. "Junior stopped crying like Papa wanted. Junior didn't whine. Junior even played with Mama Rissa even though... even though Junior didn't want to."Alina felt something break in her chest."And this morning Papa let Junior see Mama," Junio

Last Updated : 2026-01-20

The Empty Chair

Alina helped Junior put on his school uniform—the neat navy blue blazer, the small tie she fastened with hands that knew every movement by heart.The past year doing this. The same morning ritual.And now, every moment felt precious. Borrowed. Like it could be taken away at any time."Done," Alina said softly, straightening Junior's collar for the last time. "So handsome."Junior looked at the mirror briefly, then turned to hug Alina—suddenly, tightly."Mama..." His voice muffled against Alina's clothes."Yes, sweetheart?"Junior pulled back slightly, looking at Alina's face with a serious expression.Then his hand raised—small, gentle—kissing both of Alina's cheeks with deliberate movements. Like a ritual. Like a blessing."When Junior goes to school, Mama don't be sad, okay," Junior said firmly. "Promise."Alina smiled—broken, but genuine—taking Junior's small hand and kissing it."How can Mama be sad," she whispered, "when the thing that makes Mama happiest is being with Junior?"A

Last Updated : 2026-01-21

Borrowed Time

After breakfast was over, Alina returned to the front hall—just as Junior climbed down from his chair, backpack already on his shoulders.The boy immediately searched for Alina with his eyes. Clear relief flashed across his face when he found her there.“Mama,” he called, walking quickly toward her.Alina knelt down, straightening Junior’s slightly crooked tie. “All set?”Junior nodded. But his hand grabbed Alina’s arm—a tight, reluctant grip.“Junior will be home this afternoon,” Alina said softly, brushing a hand over his small head. “And Mama will be here. Waiting. Just like Mama promised.”“Promise?” Junior’s voice was small. He needed reassurance.“Promise.”Behind them, Clarissa walked out with a designer handbag and a bright smile—too bright.“Junior, sweetheart, let’s go. The car is ready. We don’t want to be late, do we?”Junior looked at Clarissa for a moment—his expression carefully neutral—then turned back to Alina.“Bye, Mama,” he whispered.Then—quick, impulsive—he hugge

Last Updated : 2026-01-22

A Quiet Rebellion

Day five since Alina was allowed to see Junior.Five days with the same routine. Measured. Controlled.In the morning—Alina went to Junior’s room when he woke up. Helped him get ready. Straightened his uniform. Walked him to the dining table where Clarissa already waited with a smile that was far too wide.Then Alina went back to her room. Alone. Waiting for night.At night, after Junior finished dinner, Alina was allowed to see him in his room. Kept him company until he fell asleep. Then returned to her own room.No breakfasts together. No dinners together. No afternoons in the garden or tea in the sitting room.Only morning and night. Small fragments, loaned to her with conditions.And everyone—Margaret, Daniel, even the staff—thought this was working.Because Junior obeyed now. Cooperated. He didn’t cry. Didn’t throw tantrums.He was even polite to Clarissa.But Alina knew.Alina knew it wasn’t because Junior had adjusted.It was because Junior had learned to manipulate himself. Le

Last Updated : 2026-01-23

Viral Destruction

Within less than thirty minutes, photos of Daniel and Clarissa had already spread.Viral.Trending on all social media platforms.#BlackwoodFamilyReunion#ClarissaReturns#SecondChanceAtLoveThe photos were perfect. Professional. Carefully curated to display a specific narrative.Daniel stood behind Junior with his hand on his son's shoulder—a protective, authoritative posture. Clarissa sat beside Junior with a warm smile, her hand touching the child's small arm with a maternal gesture. And Junior—Junior in the center, a small polite smile, eyes somehow not as bright as usual but appearing perfect in the photos.A family about to reunite.Captions across various media:"After five years apart, Clarissa Sterling finally reunites with her son and former husband Daniel Blackwood. Sources close to the family say reconciliation is imminent.""The Blackwood heir finally has his biological mother back. What does this mean for Daniel's current wife?""A mother's love never dies—Clarissa's tou

Last Updated : 2026-01-24

The Final Humiliation

Mr. Harris hesitated briefly, then nodded and stepped away, clearing the path for Clarissa.Clarissa knocked on the door—twice, sharp—then entered without waiting for an answer.Alina stood at the window—still in the same position since the photoshoot began.Mrs. Helen sat on a chair in the corner of the room, hands fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable with the entire situation."Mrs. Helen," Clarissa said in a tone that was somehow both polite and dismissive, "you can leave now. I need to speak with Alina privately."Mrs. Helen hesitated. But Clarissa reassured her again."Daniel agreed to let me come," Clarissa cut in with gentle firmness. "And I think Alina would prefer privacy for our conversation. Right, Alina?"Alina turned—slowly—looking at Clarissa with a blank expression.She didn't answer. Just stared.Mrs. Helen glanced between them—worry clear on her face—but in the end, she couldn't refuse. Clarissa technically had authority in this house now. As Margaret's favorite former da

Last Updated : 2026-01-25

Hurting

Mrs. Helen hurriedly grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet, her hands trembling as she opened the lid. She stood beside Alina, who remained motionless, staring at the messy floor—spilled soup, scattered broken bowl shards, and fresh blood dripping from the palm of Alina's right hand."Madam, please sit down," Mrs. Helen pleaded, her voice shaking. "I need to clean your wound. It looks quite serious."Alina didn't move. She just stood there with a blank expression, as if she felt nothing. As if the deep cut on her hand—from the sharp shard of the broken bowl—didn't exist.Mrs. Helen took a shaky breath and gently took Alina's hand, guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. The elderly woman began cleaning the blood with gauze, her hands trembling as she examined the fairly deep wound."Madam, this must hurt a lot," Mrs. Helen whispered, her eyes tearing up. "Shouldn't we call the doctor?"Alina showed no reaction. She didn't even wince. Even as Mrs. Helen touched the deepest part

Last Updated : 2026-01-26

Too Numb to Feel

Dr. Anderson—a man in his fifties with black-framed glasses and a professional demeanor—knocked gently on Alina's bedroom door before entering."Mrs. Blackwood?" he called in a calm, soothing voice. "I'm Dr. Anderson. Mr. Blackwood called me to examine your wound."Alina still stood at the window—rigid posture, motionless—like a statue."Please come in," she finally said. Voice flat, without inflection.Dr. Anderson stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His eyes immediately fell on Alina's bandaged hand—already stained with blood seeping through."May I see the wound?" he asked, setting his medical bag on the table.Alina turned—slow, mechanical—and walked to the chair. She sat with stiff posture, extending her right hand without a word.Dr. Anderson began unwrapping the bandage carefully. When the last layer lifted, he flinched slightly at the sight of the deep wound—a clean cut from sharp glass, right on her palm."This is quite deep," he commented, examining it gently. "What

Last Updated : 2026-01-27

The Plan to Move In

Daniel walked quickly toward the playroom, his footsteps still heavy with frustration that hadn't fully subsided.When he opened the door, he found Junior sitting at a small table with crayons scattered before him. A young caregiver sat beside him, smiling while occasionally giving gentle instructions.Junior was drawing—or more precisely, coloring with mechanical, systematic movements. There was none of the excitement usually seen when a child his age drew. None of the wild imagination that made them choose bright and unusual colors.Just... coloring. Within the lines. Neat. Perfect.Daniel stopped in the doorway, observing.Relief washed over him—at least Junior didn't know about Alina being hurt. There were no signs of worry or sadness on that small face.But there was something else.The same emptiness he'd seen in Alina's eyes earlier.Junior didn't look happy. Didn't look excited. Just... doing what he was supposed to do.Daniel's chest tightened.But he didn't go in. Didn't wan

Last Updated : 2026-01-28

The Next Move

Daniel stood outside Alina's room, hand raised to knock, then hesitated.He'd been standing there for nearly five minutes. Frozen. Unable to decide whether to enter or leave.Every instinct told him to go in. To check on her. To make sure she was okay. To say... something. Anything.But the memory of her cold dismissal earlier—the way she'd knocked his hand away, the emptiness in her eyes—stopped him.What would he even say?"I'm sorry"? For what, exactly? For bringing Clarissa back? For locking her in her room? For letting Junior be taken away piece by piece?For all of it?The words felt inadequate. Hollow.So he just stood there. Outside her door. Like a coward.Footsteps on the stairs made him turn.Mrs. Helen appeared, slightly out of breath, carrying a small pharmacy bag."Mr. Blackwood," she said, stopping when she saw him. "I have the medications."Daniel nodded, taking the bag from her hands. He pulled out the antibiotic bottle, reading the label with unnecessary focus."Mrs.

Last Updated : 2026-01-29

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