Todos los capítulos de Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Chapter 41MATTHEW Mia's recovery was nothing short of a miracle. I had been checking up on her when I could, while carrying out, albeit slowly burial's preparations.By the fourth day, she was walking the halls of the recovery wing without assistance from the nurses, moving normally. By the fifth day, she was getting restless of staying in the hospital where she was reminded daily she almost died and she was asking to be discharged. By the sixth, she was back in my house, looking healthier than I'd seen her in over a year. She no longer had that sick pale face, but her face was rosy and bright, her eyes filled with glee.It should have filled me with joy. Relief. I should have been vindicated that Bianca's sacrifice hadn't been in vain.Instead, I felt hollow and empty. None of the joy I expected I'll have when she was finally healthy.I watched Mia move through my kitchen easily with familiarity that comes knowing she knew every nook and cranny of the house after she had been a fr

Chapter 43.BIANCAIt had been a week since Rivera brought me to his home, and for the first time since waking up in that hospital bed, I felt almost human again.The dizziness had faded to occasional lightheadedness. The nausea had subsided enough that I could eat without feeling like I might immediately lose it. And most importantly, I could navigate the stairs without gripping the railing like my life depended on it.Progress.I made my way downstairs slowly, still cautious of pushing myself too hard, and paused at the entrance to the kitchen when I heard soft humming.Louis stood at the counter on a step stool, his small tongue poking out in concentration as he carefully arranged strawberries on top of what appeared to be pancakes. His movements were precise, deliberate, like he was creating a masterpiece rather than just breakfast."There," he said to himself, adjusting one strawberry slightly to the left. "Perfect."I must have made a sound because his head snapped up, and his f

Chapter 45BIANCA"I'm not—" I started, but the woman wasn't listening.Her grip tightened, her other hand coming up to cup my face like she needed to confirm I was real."I thought you were dead," she whispered, tears gathering in her eyes. "They said the council had—but you're here. You're alive. How?""I'm not Elara," I managed, my heart pounding. "My name is Bianca. Elara was my mother, but she died seven years ago."The woman's expression shifted from joy to devastation so quickly it was painful to witness. Her hands dropped from my face, and she stepped back, really looking at me now."Of course. Of course you're not." She pressed a hand to her chest, breathing hard. "I'm sorry. You just—you look so much like her. The same eyes. The same—" She broke off, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."She was already turning away when I noticed it. Her sleeve had ridden up during our exchange, revealing a portion of her forearm.And there, in faded black ink, was a

Chapter 47MIAI stood in the kitchen of the house I'd dreamed about for over a year, surrounded by expensive appliances and I felt nothing but hollow frustration because I had it and still I wasn't satisfied.This was supposed to be my victory. My triumph. This took thirteen months or careful and secretive planning and also strategic manipulation to make Bianca seem the bad guy and it worked.Bianca was dead. Matthew was free. I'd literally stolen the life I'd always wanted and envious that she got to have—the house, the husband, the position, everything.So why did it feel like I was losing?Upstairs, I could hear Theo moving around in his room. He'd locked himself in again this morning, had screamed at me to go away when I'd tried to bring him breakfast, had refused to even let me touch him in weeks since he found out he wasn't going to see his mummy again. The same little boy who'd begged me to be his new mother now couldn't stand the sight of me."It's just grief," I told myself,

Chapter 49MATTHEWI left her standing in the kitchen and retreated to my office, needing space from her presence, I needed to be far away from the attempts that she had been creating, trying to make everything go back to how it was before.My laptop sat on the desk where I'd left it last night, still open to the security footage I'd been reviewing. I was obsessed with it, trying to find out if there was any curse that I had missed or didn't hear about. But there was nothing new that would show what Bianca had intended to do. She moved things from the house that were important, made calls in the middle of the nights, or came in late from places that I had no idea about, while I was living my life with Mia and Theo, Bianca had been busy and it took her death for me to see it, but busy with what, I had no idea and I had become obsessed with finding out.---Dr. Helena Vance's office was designed to be comforting, it was painted with soft colors, also filled with plush furniture, toys and