All Chapters of Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 71BIANCAI read it three times, certain I'd misunderstood.97.3%.Distinction.I'd passed. Not just passed—excelled.The tears came then, hot and fast and completely overwhelming. I set my laptop aside and buried my face in my hands, sobbing with a mixture of relief and joy and vindication so intense it felt like it might crack me open.For four years, Matthew had made me question my competence. Had suggested I was only hired at the hospital because they needed bodies, not because I was actually skilled. Had implied my medical knowledge was adequate at best, certainly nothing special.And I'd believed him. Had internalized his dismissal as truth, had stopped trusting my own expertise.But here was proof—objective, undeniable proof—that I was good at what I did. That my knowledge was comprehensive, my skills were advanced, my abilities were worthy of distinction.This was mine. This accomplishment, this validation, belonged to no one but me.I was still crying when I heard the

Chapter 73 BIANCA"...confirmed breach in the eastern sector..""..containment protocols need to be activated immediately...""...notify the security council, I want a full briefing in twenty minutes..."Security council. Containment protocols. This wasn't business talk. This was government business, high-level crisis management.The kind of language someone in serious political power would use.I backed away from the door, my mind racing.Rivera had resources that didn't add up for a simple businessman. He'd arranged my entry to BloodMoon City with a single phone call when Matthew had been rejected multiple times. He had constant meetings about "property management" that required military-grade security language.And Thorne Lockwood, the man who'd cursed Louis, was Chief of Staff to the Alpha King.Which meant Thorne worked directly for the highest authority in BloodMoon City.Which meant if Rivera was investigating Thorne, if we were building a case against him, Rivera had to have

Chapter 75BIANCA"I hope so.""Oh, we will. I've already planned at least six pranks on the surgical residents that will require your medical expertise to pull off properly."I laughed despite my exhaustion. "I'm not helping you torment residents.""We'll see," James said with a wink. Then, more seriously: "But really, Bianca. I'm glad you're here. The hospital needs good people, and you're one of the best."He left, and suddenly the apartment was quiet except for soft music still playing from the speakers and the sound of Rivera cleaning up in the kitchen.Louis had fallen asleep on the couch mid-party, curled around his stuffed wolf, his face peaceful in sleep. I stood watching him for a moment, this child who'd claimed me as his mother with such casual certainty, who'd made me feel valued in ways I'd forgotten were possible."He had a good time," Rivera said softly, coming to stand beside me. "Told half your colleagues that you're 'basically magic' and that they should hire you for

Chapter 77MATTHEW "The obligation. The duty. The woman I married because I had to, not because I wanted to."Dr. Martinez was quiet for a long moment, letting that confession sit between us."Did you ever love Bianca?" she finally asked. "In four years of marriage, was there ever genuine affection, real care, authentic love for who she was rather than what she provided?"I opened my mouth to say yes, of course I'd loved her, she was my wife—But the words died in my throat.Because I couldn't remember loving her. Couldn't point to a single moment where I'd felt the kind of bone-deep affection I'd always felt for Mia. I'd appreciated Bianca's competence, valued her dedication to Theo, respected her medical skills.But love? Real, genuine love?"I don't know," I whispered. "I don't think I did.""Then let's examine what you actually felt for her," Dr. Martinez said. "In our next session, I want you to come prepared to describe Bianca. Not as a wife or mother or doctor, but as a person

Chapter 79MATTHEWThe words of her therapist still repepated itself in a loop as I took Theo back to our hotel room, and helped him with his assignments making sure, that he did all the activities that he was told to do. He wasn't speaking like he used to, all the time, but he was no longer mute, and asked for things. This made me feel relieved, he was getting better, that was all that mattered to me.That night, after Theo was fed, and he had two stories to which he had fallen asleep, I made my way to the living room and pulled out my laptop and stared at the blank document.A confession to a dead woman.Where did I even start?I had written two lines, starting with I'm sorry I killed you, before deleting it. I took a deep breath and wondered if I was capable of doing this. She was dead, nobody was going to read this except me, it was time that I started being truthful to myself. I owed it to her memory. Taking a deep breath, I started again, allowing the words to just flow from my