All Chapters of The CEO's Secret Wife, The Ex-Fiance's Worst Nightmare: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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The Name Never Spoken

Jasmine chose to lock herself in her room for almost the entire day.Not because her body was still weak, but because her mind was too full. Every time she closed her eyes, the image of the face in the mirror from yesterday afternoon returned to haunt her. The wound was real. She could not deny it. She could not hide it forever.She took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.“I must not be weak,” she murmured.A soft knock sounded on the door.“Come in,” Jasmine said without turning.The door opened. Jaden entered with careful steps, as if afraid his presence would hurt Jasmine’s feelings again. He carried a cup of warm tea.“Father asked me to bring this,” he said.Jasmine glanced briefly. “Thank you.”Jaden placed the cup on the small table. He did not leave immediately.“You haven’t eaten since morning.”“I’m not hungry.”“You’re lying,” Jaden replied flatly. “The nurse said you only drank water.”Jasmine let out a soft snort. “I didn’t know you were a doctor too.”“I just care,” he

A Marriage Without Spotlight

Jasmine stared at her phone screen for quite a long time.The message was still there. No additions. Not withdrawn.Yet its mere presence was enough to make her chest tighten.***You think you can just run away like that?***She turned off the screen, then placed the phone on the table with trembling hands. For a few moments, she simply sat in silence, calming her own breathing.“I must not panic,” she murmured softly.A knock sounded on the bedroom door.“Jasmine?” Jaden’s voice was heard from outside.She took a deep breath before answering. “Come in.”Jaden stepped inside with a serious face. His gaze immediately fell on Jasmine’s pale expression.“What is it?” he asked without preamble.Jasmine hesitated for a moment, then pushed her phone toward Jaden. “This message.”Jaden read quickly. His jaw tightened.“Who is it from?” he asked.“I don’t know yet,” Jasmine answered honestly. “But I can guess.”“Christopher?” Jaden’s voice lowered.Jasmine nodded slowly.Jaden clenched his h

A Wife Without Touch

The house felt different since the wedding night.There was no major visible change, yet Jasmine could feel it. A new status hung between herself and Jaden—clearly seen, yet never truly touched.Jasmine stood in front of the bedroom door they now occupied together. The room was spacious, neatly arranged, with two sides that seemed divided without a line.She stepped inside slowly.Jaden was already there, standing near the window. He turned when he heard Jasmine’s footsteps.“You can sleep on the left side,” he said calmly. “I’ll take the right.”Jasmine nodded. “Thank you.”There was no embrace. No congratulatory words. Only an unspoken agreement they both understood.That night, they slept with distance between them.Jasmine turned her back to Jaden, while Jaden stared at the ceiling, holding back the urge to say more.---Morning came with an awkward silence.Jasmine woke first. She made the bed carefully, making sure not to disturb Jaden’s side. When she turned around, Jaden was a

A New Face, an Old Name

That morning, the sky looked paler than usual.Jasmine sat in a wheelchair in front of a private hospital owned by an international network. The building rose quietly—clean and shielded from public attention. There was no large signboard. No reporters. Everything was completely confidential.Just like her life.Jaden stood beside her, wearing a simple dark suit. His hand held a medical file, while his gaze never left Jasmine’s face—a face that still carried traces of the accident and old wounds.“We can still cancel it,” Jaden said softly.Jasmine shook her head. “No.”“Are you sure?”Jasmine stared straight ahead. “I’ve lived with fear for too long. Today… I want to start over.”Jaden nodded. “All right.”He knelt in front of Jasmine, bringing their eyes to the same level.“Whatever the result is later,” he said firmly, “you are still my wife.”Jasmine swallowed. “I don’t want you to be disappointed.”“I didn’t marry for a face,” Jaden replied without hesitation. “I married because o

Returning with the same identity

That morning, Jasmine woke up with a different feeling.There was no panic.No urge to hide.Sunlight slipped through the gap in the bedroom curtains, falling softly onto the marble floor and brushing the edge of her blanket. Jasmine opened her eyes slowly, then lifted her hand to her face—a reflexive movement that was no longer filled with fear.She was still Jasmine.The same name.The same status.But the way she now stood in this world… had changed.In the bathroom, she stood before the large mirror. Her hair now fell neatly to her shoulders, black and smooth. Her new face was no longer swollen, leaving only a faint trace of redness that was barely noticeable. But the most significant change was not the shape of her nose or the line of her jaw.It was her gaze.Calmer.More aware.Sharper.Jasmine reached for the clothes that had been prepared for her: a simple cream blouse and straight-cut trousers. Not flashy. Not excessive. Yet clearly not the choice of a woman who wished to di

The Name That Returned

The name appeared without a sound.It was not spoken aloud.Not announced.It was simply printed neatly in the top-right corner of a financial report.Jasmine read it twice.Christopher Hale.Her fingers stopped above the paper. The small study remained quiet, filled only with the soft ticking of the wall clock. Yet inside her chest, something long dormant stirred slowly.She did not react.She did not release a long breath.Did not tense.Did not display any expression of surprise.It was precisely that calmness that felt unsettling.“Do you know him?”Jaden’s voice came from the doorway. He entered carrying two cups of warm tea and placed them on the desk.Jasmine nodded slightly. “I’ve known him.”Jaden glanced briefly at the name. “He’s a minor investor in one of our Southeast Asian affiliate companies.”Jasmine turned the page with a smooth motion. “Minor, but consistent.”“Yes,” Jaden replied. “His name isn’t prominent, but it always appears in strategic positions.”Jasmine lean

The Woman Who Returned

The city welcomed Jasmine with an old face that had never truly been kind.The tall buildings still stood arrogantly, the streets were still filled with expensive cars, and the air in the business district remained heavy with ambition. Everything looked the same—yet for Jasmine, this was the place where her life had once been broken without mercy.She stood in front of the Hale Group branch office building, wearing a simple cream coat with a dark dress beneath it. Her hair fell neatly, her face calm, without any trace of the wounds that had once been the reason someone left her behind.Jasmine looked at her reflection in the glass door.The woman there no longer asked for pity.She stepped inside.---The company lobby was busy yet orderly. Employees moved quickly in professional attire; not a single one recognized who Jasmine truly was.And indeed, she had not come to be recognized.The elevator carried her to the executive floor.The doors opened.Laughter could be heard from the ma

The Shadow That Is No Longer the Same

Morning in that city felt noisier than Jasmine remembered.She stood in front of the hotel room mirror, adjusting the small earring on her ear. The face looking back appeared calm—too calm for someone who had just faced a past that had once nearly destroyed her.Last night’s encounter still lingered.Not because of Christopher’s words.But because of Valentina’s expression that failed to hide itself.Fear.Jasmine took her handbag and left the room. Today, she had a personal agenda—no business matters, no official meetings. She only wanted to walk. To observe the city that had once rejected her, this time from a different position.---The shopping mall still stood magnificently.Its interior had been renovated, the stores had changed brands, but the scent remained the same—cold and distant. Jasmine stepped inside, wearing thin black sunglasses. Not to hide, only to keep her distance.She stopped at a boutique.That was when the voice was heard.“Jasmine?”Her steps halted.She turned

The Dining Table That Was Never Warm*

The invitation arrived in the afternoon.A cream envelope with handwriting too neat to be called sincere. Jasmine recognized the style without needing to read the sender’s name.Florentina.Jasmine looked at the invitation for a few seconds before placing it back on the table. A family dinner. A classic reason. A pretext always used when someone wanted to judge, not welcome.She exhaled slowly.“Alright,” she murmured. “Let’s settle this one by one.”---The house still stood in the same place.A tall iron gate, a wide yard, and a chandelier that always shone too brightly—as if to show that its occupants never lacked anything, except warmth.Jasmine stepped inside calmly.The servants bowed politely, clearly surprised to see a face so unfamiliar yet somehow familiar. No one dared to ask.In the dining room, Florentina was already seated at the end of the table. Her back straight, her attitude cold. Beside her, Jasmine’s father—silent, mostly looking down at his own plate. As if the pr

Calculated Steps

Morning in that city began with a meeting.The conference room on the twenty-first floor was filled with digital screens, projection charts, and faces accustomed to reading opportunities. Jasmine sat in one of the chairs without a prominent name label. She was present as an observer, not a decision-maker.Yet every note she made—concise, precise—drew attention.“This coastal data isn’t synchronized,” said a young executive. “The risk is high.”Jasmine lifted her head. “Risk can be managed,” she said calmly. “What cannot be managed is assumption without verification.”Several pairs of eyes turned. A middle-aged man crossed his arms. “And in your opinion, how should it be verified?”“Cross-check the logistics contracts with the branch cash flow,” Jasmine answered briefly. “There’s an unnatural time gap.”The room fell silent for a moment.A consultant looked at the screen, then nodded slowly. “She’s right.”There was no victorious smile on Jasmine’s face. She returned to writing, as if

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