All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unwanted Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ Isabella ~“So how was your date today?” Junie asked, settling down beside me on our favorite indoor swing. It was one of the most expensive things we own, and we didn’t mind as it brought us both so much comfort.“It wasn’t a date.” I argued, taking a sip of my warm tea, which helped alleviate my period cramps. I’d assumed today was a lot until my late period decided to show up minutes after I arrived home.“He did tell you it was a date, didn’t he?”“Yep…but all we did was talk.”“And what do you think people do on dates?” She said, rolling her eyes at me.“Makeout, maybe.”“Geez. That only happens when it’s an indoor date.”“Says the girly who shoves dogfood in my mouth at every opportunity she gets.”“You wouldn’t blame me though… because if you were in my shoes, you’d do the same.” I probably would, but not at the level she’d been doing it.“So how was your patient?” She asked after we’d sat in silence for ages.“Good.”“What’s he dealing with?”“Depression.”“Is he going throu

~ Isabella ~“I never loved you and never will!”“You are such a slut!”“I hate you and your child! Go die!” The words continued, until I felt my body been shaken, rather violently.“Bell! Wake up!” Junie’s voice rushed into my subconscious, and I finally opened my eyes. It all felt hazy and unclear, and it didn’t fully dawn on me exactly what was going on… until I looked down at my tear-stained and sweat-soaked appearance.“You were having a nightmare.” Her soft voice got to me as she wrapped her gentle arms around me. “Are you okay?” Am I okay? I’d clearly just had a nightmare, yet it had felt so real. In fact, too real.“I don’t know….” I replied, my voice raw from the dream I had just had.“I’m sorry about that…” She held me in silence… the same way she always did whenever I ran into a problem and needed to be held. Exactly what would I do without her presence in my life?“Do you think my memories are slowly coming back?” I felt her stiffen under me at my question. Could she be s

~ Emmerson ~Our smiles were bright; our joy knew no bounds at our wedding reception.We’d been surrounded by family and friends from all around the world, and we couldn’t be happier that the day we’d looked forward to our whole lives finally came into manifestation.My best man, Aaron Hindley, had commented on how lucky we’d both been to be each other’s firsts, and now… We were going to be living a happy ever after.We’d laughed heartily as the truth dawned on us that we were one of the minorities whose love had stood the test of time.Sally had intertwined her fingers with mine, and I had taken that opportunity to draw her closer and laid a sweet kiss on her lips. “I love you," we’d whispered one to another, as though we couldn’t get over this euphoric feeling that has taken a place in our hearts ever since our very first meeting.And later, we’d made it known to each other just how much… We loved each other.So when did it all go wrong?When had Sally stopped seeing me as anything

~ Isabella ~I’d just walked into the hospital building when Kane’s enthusiastic voice called out to me. “Heyyy.” I turned around to face him, and he’d got this huge smile on his face. Before I could react, he wrapped his arms around me. “How’s my favorite patient doing today?” Maybe because he was in his scrubs, on his way to surgery… but his words felt befitting and so right even though I hadn’t been his patient for more than half a decade.“I’m good.”“You and Junie have settled?” I was instantly reminded of the long conversation Junie and I had before we finally retired to bed. She’d asked me why I hadn’t thought of giving Kane a chance yet, since we obviously had the chemistry between us.“Marry your savior, Girlie!” She’d repeated it so many times that I have lost count. Though it wasn’t her talking, but the writer in her who had recently gotten into the groove of binge-reading savior romance novels. But then… I couldn’t just get into a relationship with Kane, just because he

~ Emmerson ~She didn’t outrightly reject me, yet it felt so.Yet here I was…staying up late, restalking her in case there were information about her that I hadn’t caught previously.It’s been four months since my divorce, and rather than being focused on how I was going to press forward in the remaining days.Here I was, stalking my therapist.She hadn’t been too happy to see me, and I couldn’t help but wonder why.She obviously couldn’t think I was stalking her. Or did she?I’d just stumbled on an interesting information, when my cellphone dinged with a notification.It was from the hospital.I opened my mouth in horror at the realization… that Bell had severed our relationship and advised that I switch to another therapist.Her reason? She was no longer capable to handling my case and advised that I seek for a more professional therapist.But why?I hadn’t done anything that warranted this, so why?….The weather in Melbourne felt so cool and cozy that morning that I couldn’t help