All Chapters of The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife : Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

CHAPTER 52Morning came too quickly.Or perhaps not quickly enough. Alina wasn't sure anymore. Time had felt strange since she'd been confined to her room—too slow and too fast simultaneously, like a broken clock.At exactly eight o'clock, the sound of a large engine woke her from restless sleep.Alina rose from bed, walking to the window with heavy steps.In the mansion's front yard, a large white moving truck was parked with its back doors wide open. Three workers in blue uniforms had already begun unloading suitcases—many suitcases of various sizes, all in matching pastel colors.Light pink. Cream. Ivory white.Clarissa's colors.Alina pressed her forehead against the cold window glass, feeling something twist in her stomach.This was really happening.Clarissa wasn't just visiting again. Not just spending afternoons at the mansion before returning to her luxurious apartment.She was moving in. Permanently.From this second-floor window, Alina could see everything with painful clar

Alina stared at the tray before her with empty eyes.The chicken soup was still steaming. White rice neatly arranged. Warm tea in a fine porcelain cup.But she wasn't hungry.Not after the conversation with Emma. Not after hearing the words "divorce" and "custody battle" spoken aloud for the first time.But she remembered Mrs. Helen's message. "Ma'am must eat everything."And Mrs. Helen had taken a huge risk for her. The woman deserved cooperation, at least in this.So Alina ate.The warm soup went down her throat with mechanical precision. Rice that had no taste—or maybe her tongue had gone numb. Tea she drank until it was gone though too sweet for her taste.Everything.As requested.When the tray was empty, Alina put down the spoon gently and leaned back in her chair.Her injured hand throbbed—a constant reminder of yesterday, of spilled soup, of sharp bowl shards.But she didn't reach for the antibiotics still neatly arranged on the bedside table.Not tonight.***Exactly one hour

At the opposite end of the corridor, in the master bedroom that had just become hers, Clarissa Sterling stood before the large mirror with a practiced confident smile.Maroon lingerie—delicate lace that barely covered anything, with strategically placed details—hugged her body perfectly. She turned slightly, checking every angle, making sure everything was perfect.Hair tied low with loose waves that looked effortlessly sexy. Natural makeup but with bold red lips. Perfume—the same one she wore five years ago, the one Daniel used to say he liked—sprayed at pulse points.Everything calculated. Everything planned.Tonight was her first night living in the mansion as part of the household. Her first night sleeping in the room that used to be exclusively Daniel's.And Clarissa would not waste this opportunity.She had waited too long for this. Five years outside, watching from afar, regretting her impulsive decision to leave when Junior was born. Five years of losing the position that shou

Three days passed in a blur of careful avoidance.Daniel didn't return to Alina's room, though she heard from Mrs. Helen that he hadn't slept in the master bedroom either. He'd been staying in his study, working late into the night, sleeping on the leather couch when exhaustion finally claimed him.Clarissa played the perfect hostess during the day—smiling, charming, monopolizing Junior's time with elaborate activities and expensive gifts. But her eyes tracked Daniel's movements with increasing frustration, especially when he found excuses to avoid being alone with her.Margaret watched it all with growing displeasure, her disapproving glances at the dinner table making it clear she blamed Alina for the household's dysfunction.And Alina... Alina waited.Waited for Emma's text. Waited for the right moment. Waited while documenting everything in her hidden notebook—every slight, every restriction, every hour she was denied access to Junior.The text came on Thursday afternoon.Alina wa