บททั้งหมดของ The Contract Bride He Never Wanted: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Chapter 22: Dinner Without a ContractThe restaurant overlooked the city skyline, its glass walls glowing softly under golden lights. It was elegant but intimate—nothing like the loud, extravagant places Ethan usually entertained business partners.Aaliyah noticed that immediately.“This place is beautiful,” she said as the waiter pulled out her chair.“I thought you’d like it,” Ethan replied, waiting until she was seated before sitting across from her.That simple gesture made her heart stumble.For a moment, they just looked at each other, the space between them unfamiliar without the weight of paperwork, staff, or expectations.“No contracts tonight,” Ethan said quietly. “Just… dinner.”Aaliyah nodded. “Just dinner.”But both of them knew it was more than that.As wine was poured and menus set aside, the tension slowly softened. Ethan asked her about her childhood, her dreams before the marriage, the things she loved but rarely spoke about. And for the first time, he didn’t interru

Chapter 24: The Choice That Cost Him EverythingAaliyah didn’t come down for breakfast.That alone told Ethan how badly he had messed up.He stood at the dining table, untouched coffee growing cold in his hands, staring at the staircase as if she might suddenly appear. She didn’t.The house felt empty without her presence—too quiet, too large.He made a decision right then.If he was going to lose her, it wouldn’t be because he stayed silent.Ethan canceled his morning meetings, ignoring the surprised protests from his assistant. Instead, he headed straight to the legal wing of the company.Within the hour, he stood across from his head attorney, jaw set.“I want the clause removed,” Ethan said flatly.The attorney blinked. “That clause protects you.”“It cages her,” Ethan replied. “Take it out.”“That could cost the company millions.”“Do it anyway.”Silence followed.“You’re serious,” the attorney said slowly.“I’ve never been more serious.”By the time Ethan left the office, his na

Chapter 26: Learning to Stand in the QuietThe room smelled like clean linen and sea air.Aaliyah woke slowly, the unfamiliar ceiling reminding her that she was no longer in the mansion where every sound echoed with rules and expectations. The small guesthouse was modest—cream walls, wooden floors, a single window that let in the soft morning light.For the first time in months, she wasn’t waking up as someone’s wife.She sat up, pressing her palm against her chest as if checking whether her heart was still aching.It was.But it wasn’t crushing her anymore.She moved through the morning quietly—showered, dressed, tied her hair back. No one waited for her schedule. No assistant knocked. No cameras followed.Downstairs, the guesthouse owner smiled warmly as she poured tea.“Take your time,” the woman said. “You look like you’ve been running for a long while.”Aaliyah swallowed hard. “I think I have.”She carried her tea to the small veranda and sat there, watching the waves crash again

Chapter 28: Meeting Without the Weight of UsThe café was small and unassuming, tucked between a bookstore and a florist. Sunlight spilled through the front windows, warming the wooden tables and softening the hum of conversation.Aaliyah chose it deliberately.No glamour.No cameras.No memories.She arrived early, ordered chamomile tea, and sat near the window with her notebook resting beside her cup. Her hands were steady—but her heart wasn’t.She hadn’t told him where she was staying. She hadn’t promised anything.She had simply sent one message.Coffee. One hour. No expectations.When the door opened, she felt it before she saw him.Ethan didn’t look like the man who once ruled boardrooms with ease. His suit was simpler, his shoulders less guarded. When his eyes found hers, relief flickered—quick and unguarded.He stopped a few feet away.“Hi,” he said quietly.“Hi.”For a moment, neither of them moved.Then he gestured toward the chair. “May I?”She nodded.They sat.No touching

Chapter 30: The Quiet That Didn’t HurtThe strange thing about peace was how unfamiliar it felt.For so long, my life had been loud with emotions that never settled—questions without answers, apologies that never came, love that demanded more than it gave. I had grown so used to the noise that when silence finally arrived, I mistook it for loneliness.But this silence was different.It didn’t ache.I woke up that morning without the heaviness in my chest, without the urge to check my phone for messages that would never come. The sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, resting on my skin like a reminder that I was still here, still breathing, still allowed to begin again.I made tea instead of rushing. Let the kettle boil fully instead of pulling it off halfway like I used to—always impatient, always afraid of waiting. I sat by the window and watched the world move without feeling the need to chase after it.There was a time when being alone terrified me.I used to believe that