All Chapters of His Unwanted Wife Returned as a Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The aroma of slow-roasted lamb and rosemary filled the penthouse, a scent that usually meant "home." Today, it meant three years of devotion.Clara adjusted the silk cloth on the candlelit table for the tenth time. She had spent six hours preparing this meal. In the center of the table, tucked under a napkin, lay a small velvet box—not with a piece of jewelry, but with a sonogram.Six weeks. They were finally going to be a family.The heavy mahogany door clicked open. Clara’s heart leaped. Julian was home."Julian! You're back. I was worried when you didn't answer—"She stopped mid-sentence. Julian Thorne didn't look like a man coming home to his wife. He looked like a man finishing a chore. His tailored Armani suit was slightly rumpled, and the scent of a floral, feminine perfume—something expensive and cloying—hit Clara before he even reached the light.It wasn't her perfume."Don't bother with the dinner, Clara," Julian said, his voice as cold as the winter wind rattling the window

The V-Tech corporate tower loomed, a monolith of glass and steel piercing the Manhattan skyline. Julian had never paid it much mind before. Now, it felt like a fortress, Clara’s personal bastion. His own company, Thorne Enterprises, felt quaint by comparison.He stormed past the reception, his CEO-level confidence radiating like a physical heat. "Julian Thorne. I’m here to see Clara Vance."The sleek, intimidating woman at the front desk, whose nameplate read 'Ms. Holloway,' didn't even flinch. "Do you have an appointment, Mr. Thorne?""I'm her ex-husband!" Julian practically roared, drawing stares from other visitors. "And a major shareholder in the company she's trying to sabotage!"Ms. Holloway’s perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched. "Ms. Vance's personal life is not relevant to her professional schedule. And regarding your 'shareholder' claim, I believe she's currently drafting an email to inform the board that V-Tech will be divesting its shares in Thorne Enterprises. She says it's

The Grand Opening of the V-Tech Manhattan Headquarters was the event of the season. Every titan of industry, every politician, and every socialite was there—including those who were only invited so they could watch their own downfall.Clara stood at the top of the glass staircase, her presence commanding the room. She wore a gown of midnight blue silk that shimmered like a galaxy. On her wrist was a watch worth more than Julian’s first startup."You look breathtaking," Logan whispered, leaning in to hand her a glass of sparkling water. He never left her side."I look like a woman who is about to settle a debt," Clara replied, her eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on a familiar, frantic figure.Sarah had arrived.She was dressed in a pale pink lace dress that screamed "innocence," looking wildly out of place among the sharp suits and power dresses. Behind her, looking exhausted and grim, was Julian.The room went silent as Sarah pushed through the crowd, heading straight for Cl

The waiting room of the Madison Avenue Prenatal Clinic was hushed, smelling of expensive lilies and floor wax. Julian sat on the edge of a designer leather chair, his hands clasped so tightly his knuckles were white.He was twenty minutes early. He looked like a man awaiting a verdict in a capital murder trial, not a father-to-be.The glass doors slid open, and Clara walked in. She was wearing a cream-colored knit dress that finally, subtly, showed the slight curve of her abdomen. Behind her, Logan carried her coat and a small insulated bag—likely the organic ginger tea Julian had tried to send to her office, only to have it returned unopened.Julian stood up instinctively. "Clara."She glanced at him, her expression unreadable. "You’re on time. At least you can manage a clock.""Clara Vance?" a nurse called out.Clara moved toward the inner doors. Julian followed, but Logan stepped in his path. The tension between the two men was a physical pressure in the hallway."The waiting room

The smell of antiseptic and the rhythmic beep-beep of a heart monitor greeted Julian as he drifted back to consciousness. His body felt like it had been put through a industrial shredder. Every breath was a sharp reminder of the tactical baton that had cracked his ribs.He opened his eyes, squinting against the harsh fluorescent lights of the private hospital suite."You’re awake."The voice was soft, devoid of the icy edge it had carried for weeks. Julian turned his head slowly. Clara was sitting in a chair by the window. She looked exhausted, her hair slightly disheveled, still wearing the dress from last night—now stained with his blood."Clara," Julian rasped, his throat feeling like he’d swallowed glass. "Are you... the baby...""We’re fine, Julian," she said, standing up and walking to his bedside. She poured a glass of water and held the straw to his lips. "The Miller Group thugs are in custody. Logan’s team is sweeping every property I own. You saved us about four minutes of t