The Billionaire’s Secret Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

The rain pounded against the windows of the small apartment like a relentless accusation, mirroring the storm raging inside Emily Carter's chest. She stood frozen in the doorway, her soaked coat dripping onto the worn hardwood floor, keys still clutched in her trembling hand. The scene before her unfolded like a nightmare she couldn't wake from—her fiancé, Mark, tangled in the sheets with her best friend, Sarah. The air reeked of cheap wine and betrayal, the kind that seeped into your bones and never quite left."Emily?" Mark's voice cracked, his face paling as he scrambled to pull the blanket over them. Sarah's eyes widened in feigned shock, but Emily saw the flicker of triumph there, the smug curl of her lips that she'd mistaken for friendship all these years."How long?" Emily's voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through the room like a blade. She didn't move, couldn't move. Her heart hammered against her ribs, each beat a painful reminder of the trust she'd foolishly given.Ma

The morning of the wedding dawned gray and indifferent, the kind of New York sky that promised rain but never quite delivered. Emily stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, staring at the stranger reflected back at her.The dress Alexander’s personal stylist had delivered at dawn was stunning—simple, elegant, devastating. Ivory silk crepe that skimmed her body like a second skin, high neckline, long sleeves, a subtle slit up one leg that revealed just enough to be dangerous. No lace, no beads, no illusions of romance. Just clean lines and quiet power. The stylist had called it “understated luxury.” Emily called it armor.She smoothed her hands down the fabric, trying to steady her breathing. Her hair was swept into a low chignon, makeup minimal—smoky eyes, nude lips. She looked like a bride who knew exactly what she was walking into.And she hated how much she liked it.A soft knock at the door.“Come in,” she called.Alexander stepped inside. He was already dr

Sunlight sliced through the blinds like golden knives, cutting across the king-sized bed. Emily woke slowly, disoriented by the feel of silk sheets against her skin and the faint scent of sandalwood that wasn’t hers.She was alone.The other side of the bed was cool, untouched. Alexander hadn’t come in after all.Disappointment twisted low in her stomach—sharp, unexpected. She pressed her palm to the empty space, then pulled her hand back as if burned. What did you expect? she scolded herself. A honeymoon cuddle from a man who married you for a boardroom advantage?She sat up, hair tumbling over her shoulders, the emerald ring catching the light and throwing green sparks across the wall. The dress from yesterday lay draped over a chair like a discarded promise. She hadn’t bothered to change last night—had fallen asleep still wearing it, lips tingling from that one reckless kiss.A soft knock at the bedroom door.“Mrs. Knight?” A woman’s voice, polite and professional. “Breakfast is re

Emily couldn’t sleep.She lay on her side of the massive bed, staring at the ceiling while Alexander breathed evenly beside her. He’d come to bed after their talk—after the kiss that had turned slow and searching, after his whispered promise that they would face whatever shadows were coming together. He hadn’t pushed for more. Just held her until her breathing evened out, until exhaustion finally claimed him.But Emily stayed awake.The anonymous text replayed in her head like a looped warning. Someone knew Alexander had been in the car. Someone knew enough to threaten the fragile peace they’d just begun to build.Who?Victoria? She had motive—jealousy, power plays, old wounds. But the message felt too personal, too precise. Victoria would gloat in person, not hide behind a burner number.A journalist? Possible. But why now? The marriage had barely hit the headlines.Or someone closer. Someone who’d known Lila.The thought made her skin crawl.She slipped out of bed carefully, bare fe

The next few days passed in a fragile truce.Alexander threw himself into work—late nights at the office, early mornings on conference calls, the merger with Voss Industries consuming every spare second. Emily understood the escape; she’d done the same after Mark’s betrayal. Work was armor. Distance was safety.But the distance hurt.They shared the bed every night. Sometimes he pulled her close in sleep, arm heavy across her waist, breath warm against her neck. Sometimes she woke to find him already gone, the sheets cold on his side. They didn’t talk about Lila again. They didn’t talk about the baby. They didn’t talk about the anonymous messages or Victoria’s midnight visit.They talked about safe things.The weather. The merger timeline. What she wanted for dinner.It felt like walking on cracking ice—every step careful, every word measured.On the fourth night, Emily couldn’t take the silence anymore.She waited until he came home—past ten, tie loosened, exhaustion carved into the