All Chapters of My Husband's Unwanted Wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

Lily’s POVLily had learned something useful about fear: it worked best when it looked like fate.The first attempt had been crude in hindsight. Panic, force, a threat in the dark, hands grabbing where they weren’t meant to grab. Emily had slipped the net anyway, stubborn and slippery, protected by luck or something sharper than luck. The second attempt, the whispered warnings, the pressure, the subtle ruin of reputation, had only hardened Emily into that irritating, righteous version of herself, the one who stared straight through people and refused to bend.So Lily adjusted.If you couldn’t break a woman, you distracted her. You redirected her. You gave her a new story to obsess over until she forgot the old one ever existed.Emily didn’t need to die. Emily just needed to disappear.Lily sat in the small sitting room off the mansion’s main hall, legs crossed, phone pressed to her ear. The afternoon light painted the walls gold, and somewhere downstairs the staff moved furniture for

Arlington’s POVThe apartment was quiet when Sam pushed the door open.He paused just inside the entryway, listening to the soft hum of the refrigerator and the faint city noise leaking through the windows. The place smelled like coffee and the citrus cleaner Adam liked to use on the counters. It felt strangely domestic for three people who had been thrown together by circumstance more than planning.Adam was at the hospital, working the late shift.That meant Emily was here alone.Sam loosened his tie as he walked further inside, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it by the door. The tension from the meeting with Lily still lingered in his shoulders like a storm he hadn’t fully shaken.He hated trusting her.But if she actually stepped back the way she promised, it might give Emily the breathing room she needed.And if she didn’t… well, that was a problem Sam knew how to solve.He heard movement in the kitchen.Emily stood by the counter, one hand resting on the small of her back,

David’s POVThe Neighley mansion had always been impressive, but that evening it felt warm in a way David hadn’t noticed in years. The lights in the main hall glowed softly and the scent of something savory drifted from the dining room. When he stepped through the doorway after a long day at the office, he loosened his tie and exhaled slowly, already feeling the weight of the day begin to lift.“Lily?” he called out.“In here,” her voice replied.David followed the sound and stopped in the dining room doorway. The long formal table that normally seated twenty people had been abandoned in favor of a small table near the windows overlooking the garden. Candles flickered softly between two plates, and a bottle of wine rested in a silver bucket. Lily stood beside the table adjusting the flowers in a small vase, her hair falling in soft waves over a pale blue dress that made her look almost ethereal in the candlelight.He leaned against the doorframe and smiled. “What is all this?”She loo

Emily’s POVThe house was quiet except for the soft sounds of a newborn breathing.Emily sat in the wide armchair near the window, sunlight pouring across the wooden floor and warming the pale blanket wrapped around the tiny bundle in her arms. The countryside outside their home stretched in gentle hills and trees just beginning to turn gold with autumn. It was peaceful in a way the city had never been.She looked down at the baby and smiled.Hope’s tiny hand curled around her finger with surprising strength.“Well,” Emily whispered softly, “you certainly made quite an entrance into the world.”Hope made a small sleepy sound but didn’t wake.Emily laughed quietly.“I promise your life will be calmer than the one I had before you arrived.”Footsteps sounded in the hallway and Sam appeared in the doorway, holding two mugs of tea. His hair was slightly messy and his shirt sleeves were rolled up, looking far more like a new father than the intimidating figure many people still associated