All Chapters of Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61 MIA The voice came from somewhere in front of me, female, cold with barely controlled rage. My vision cleared slowly, adjusting to the dim light, and I found myself facing seven women arranged in a semicircle around me. They wore dark robes, each bearing symbols I didn't recognize but that screamed "dark magic" with alarming clarity. Their faces were uncovered, revealing expressions that ranged from fury to cold calculation. A coven. I was facing a coven of witches. "Do you know why you're here?" The woman who'd spoken before stepped forward. She was older, maybe fifty, with iron-gray hair and eyes that held no mercy whatsoever. "I don't—" My voice came out hoarse. "I don't know what you want. I haven't done anything—" "LIAR!" The word exploded from her with enough force to make me flinch. Magic crackled around her hands, dangerous and barely controlled. "You killed her," she continued, her voice dropping to something more deadly than shouting. "You and

Chapter 63BIANCA My mother."Was one of the last to escape. She had you to protect, which made her more cautious than the rest of us." Vera took a shaky breath. "She vanished into rogue territory with you when you were young. I lost track of her after that. Didn't know she'd died until I saw you in that grocery store."The grief in her voice was raw, and I found myself reaching across the table to squeeze her hand."She never told me any of this," I said quietly. "About the network, about being hunted. She just taught me curse-breaking like it was any other skill, never mentioned it was dangerous.""She was trying to protect you. If you didn't know about the network, you couldn't be connected to it." Vera's fingers tightened on mine. "But Bianca, that protection won't hold much longer. Because someone in BloodMoon City is using curse magic again, and it's the same signature as the council member who led the purge fifteen years ago."My blood ran cold. "What?""I've been tracking mag

Chapter 65BIANCA"I'm sorry too," I said. "For lying. For going somewhere dangerous without telling you. For comparing you to Matthew when you've never given me reason to think you're like him.""But I understand why you did." Rivera's voice was gentle now, sad. "Because you've been conditioned to see protection as control. Because your ex-husband used his concern for your safety as an excuse to limit your freedom. And I should have realized that asking about your whereabouts would trigger those memories."He moved closer, close enough that I could see the genuine worry in his eyes."My protectiveness comes from fear, Bianca. Not a desire to control you. I've already lost Louis's mother to violence I couldn't prevent. The thought of losing someone else I care about..." He stopped, his jaw working. "It terrifies me. But that's my fear to manage, not yours to accommodate. You're a grown woman capable of making your own decisions about risk. I need to respect that."Tears pricked my ey

Chapter 67MATTHEW The first intensive therapy session with Dr. Fisher lasted two hours, and I watched every minute of it through a one-way mirror, feeling my heart break with each word my son spoke.Dr. Fisher's office was designed for children—soft colors, comfortable furniture, toys and art supplies scattered around the room in carefully arranged chaos. She'd settled Theo on a oversized beanbag chair and surrounded him with options: LEGOs, action figures, drawing materials, a small sandbox with miniature animals."You can play with anything you'd like," she'd told him gently. "Or we can just talk. Or you can draw. Whatever feels right to you."Theo had chosen the sandbox, his small hands moving mechanically through the sand, creating patterns that meant nothing and everything.For the first twenty minutes, he didn't speak at all. Just played in silence while Dr. Fisher sat nearby, occasionally commenting on what he was doing without demanding responses."That's an interesting patt

Chapter 69MATTHEW"Because I was stupid," I said honestly. "Because I was scared of losing Aunty Mia, and I wasn't thinking clearly about what I was asking your mama to sacrifice.""But you should have protected Mama!" Theo was getting angry now, his small fists pounding against my chest. "You're the daddy! You're supposed to keep people safe! And you made Mama do something that killed her!"Each word was accurate, deserved, completely justified."You're right," I said, letting him hit me, letting him express the rage I'd earned. "I should have protected her. I should have listened when she said it was too dangerous. I should have put her safety first instead of—""Instead of Aunty Mia," Theo finished bitterly. "You picked Aunty Mia over Mama. Just like I did. We both picked Aunty Mia, and now Mama's gone, and it's both our faults.""No." I caught his hands gently but firmly. "Theo, look at me. It is not your fault. You're four years old. You didn't understand what was happening. You