His Unwanted Wife (Billionaire's regret) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

A cruel, smug smile curled the corners of Rach Miller’s lips, stretching wide with the kind of arrogance that only came from years of thinking you were superior to everyone around you. She stepped closer, invading Selin’s personal space without a shred of respect, and snapped her fingers right in front of Selin’s face sharp, loud, and mocking, as if she was calling out to a stray dog or a servant she owned.“What if you are still alive?” she hissed, her voice dripping with disdain, her eyes sweeping up and down Selin’s frame, lingering on the expensive designer dress, the glittering diamonds at her neck and wrists, the polished, elegant look that made her look every bit the heiress she truly was. Rach let out a short, cold laugh, reaching out to tug roughly at the hem of Selin’s dress, as if trying to prove it was nothing more than borrowed rags. “You’re still trash, Selin. You will always be trash. No matter what fancy clothes you wear, no matter who you pretend to be… you can never

Back home, the second the heavy oak door clicked shut behind them, Jana’s composure shattered completely. She stormed across the living room and threw herself down onto the plush leather sofa so hard the cushions bounced, her chest heaving as if she had just run a marathon. Every muscle in her body was coiled tight with suppressed fury, her jaw set so rigid it looked like it might crack at any moment.Her older brother Caleb looked up from the documents spread across his desk in an instant, his sharp eyes immediately picking up on the storm raging inside her. He set his pen down and crossed the room in a few long strides, kneeling down in front of her to look her in the eye. This was Jana usually fierce, unshakeable, the kind of woman who could stare down kings without flinchingbbut now she looked like a frustrated, furious little girl who had been denied the chance to tear her enemies limb from limb.“What happened?” Caleb asked, his voice low and steady, though a flicker of alarm

Selin stepped onto the stage, and the entire hall fell breathless. Heads turned, eyes widened, and whispers rippled like waves across the room, captivated by a beauty so striking it seemed almost otherworldly.But one man did not see just beauty—he saw a ghost he thought he had buried forever.Noah stumbled forward, his face draining of all color, his legs nearly giving way beneath him. “Selin…” he breathed, slow and thick with overwhelming regret. Without caring about his status, his reputation, or what the hundreds of elites around him would think, he sank to his knees right there on the polished floor. Seeing her alive again had shattered every last piece of his pride.Selin only met his gaze with a look colder than ice, her lips curving into a smile that never reached her eyes. “I have no idea who you are,” she said calmly, taking a small step back.Instantly, Fabi pulled her closer, his arm tightening protectively around her waist. His temper flared like a wildfire, and his voi

“She truly is Selin,” Rach muttered, her voice trembling, then rising into a sharp, frenzied murmur. Her eyes glinted with something far more dangerous than mere jealousy it was a madness taking root, fed by years of insecurity and the fear that the woman standing before her held every part of the life she had stolen.For Noah, the sight struck like a cold blade through his chest. For years, he had believed Rach to be gentle, refined, and endlessly charming the kind of woman worthy of his name and his future. But here and now, all pretense shattered. The woman he intended to marry was unraveling before everyone’s eyes, revealing a bitter, unstable creature he no longer recognized. It filled him with a deep, hollow disappointment; all those years of faith and affection felt suddenly wasted.He stepped forward quickly, his jaw tightening, and grasped her wrist in a firm, controlled grip. “Stop this, Rach. Do not make a spectacle of yourself here,” he warned, his voice dropping low and h

The next day, Rach was driving toward her office when she noticed a convoy of black vehicles closing in behind her, tailgating aggressively. Her heart raced. She slammed her foot on the gas, pushing the car to its limit in a desperate attempt to escape. But just as she thought she might pull away, another vehicle suddenly swerved into the road ahead, blocking her path completely.In a panic, she wrenched the steering wheel to the left. The car skidded violently, plunged into a deep ditch, and crashed head-on into a massive tree. The impact was brutal. Her head snapped forward and struck the steering wheel with such force that blood immediately began to trickle down her forehead. She raised a shaking hand to press against the wound, and in that foggy, painful moment, her mind was flooded with memories from ten years ago the day she herself had tailgated Selin’s car, deliberately ramming it, causing the accident that cost Selin her unborn child. And the cruelest truth of all on that day