All Chapters of The Wife They Sent Away: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The Grand Kingsley Hotel hosted the signing between Kingsley Conglomerate and Volkov Global Logistics, one of the year's most anticipated business events.Security was tight. Guards watched every entrance while cameras flashed beyond the barricades, where reporters waited for a glimpse of the evening's most influential guests.Politicians mingled with business leaders. Investors exchanged introductions with old-money families.Inside the ballroom, crystal chandeliers lit the room. A string quartet played near the stage while staff moved through the crowd.As expected, Nolan Volkov arrived with his sister, Beatrice Volkov, and her fiancé, Marcus Sterling, heir to Sterling Financial Group.Their arrival immediately drew attention.Executives approached to greet them. Investors subtly repositioned themselves nearby. Photographers captured every handshake and smile.Yet amid the excitement, a different topic began circulating throu

The banquet was finally winding down.From across the ballroom, Nolan noticed Kyra returning from one of the side exits. Her expression was composed, but only on the surface. Most people would have missed the subtle signs. Nolan didn't.She looked angry.Not openly enough to draw attention, but there was tension in the way she carried herself, a stiffness in her shoulders and a tightness around her eyes that hadn't been there earlier.A few steps behind her walked Dexter.Unlike Kyra, he appeared completely at ease. If anything, he looked amused, as though whatever had happened outside had entertained him.The contrast immediately caught Nolan's attention.Interesting.A moment later, the two approached Shawn and Cressida."The guests are starting to leave," Kyra said smoothly. "We should probably head out soon."Shawn nodded. "Fine."Cressida glanced around the ballroom one last time before agreeing.

The room remained silent after Adrian finished reviewing the first set of documents.The black case sat open in the center of the conference table, its contents neatly arranged in labeled folders. What they had uncovered so far was enough to shake everything Aria believed about her mother.For years, she had imagined Selene as a woman swallowed by circumstance, a victim who disappeared and left behind only questions. But the records spread across the table told a different story.Every trust had been carefully structured. Every investment had been managed over the years. Property transfers, corporate holdings, and financial records had been maintained with remarkable precision.Nothing suggested a woman who had vanished without a plan. If anything, it suggested the opposite.Selene had been preparing for the future, for someone to find these records, and for Aria to one day understand.Aria's attention settled on an envelope resting atop the remaining files.Unlike the others, it carr

Hundreds of miles away in Ashbourne, Richard sat alone in his study.The room was quiet except for the faint ticking of a wall clock. Documents lay scattered across his desk, but he hadn't looked at any of them for nearly an hour. His attention was fixed on one place and one person.Stonebridge.Aria had been there for days, yet nothing had happened. No public appearances. No confrontations. No careless mistakes.Nothing.And that worried him far more than if she had made a dramatic entrance.Aria had never been reckless. If she was staying hidden, she had a reason.His phone vibrated across the desk, breaking the silence. An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.Richard stared at it for a moment before answering. "Hello?"A woman's voice came through the line, calm and cold. "Have you found her?"Richard's expression tightened immediately. "No."A brief silence followed."She'

Shawn turned at the sound of her voice.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Aria’s heart pounded harder than she expected. Up close, he looked different from the man she had seen at the banquet, older, more tired around the eyes. Time had left its mark on him.Yet there was something else she hadn’t anticipated.Kindness.Not the polished charm of a businessman or the carefully practiced warmth of a public figure. Something quieter. More natural. Something genuine.Shawn was the first to break the silence. “Yes?”Aria almost forgot why she had approached him. “I wanted to thank you.”A slight frown appeared on his face. “For what?”She glanced toward the therapy wing, where several children were working with therapists. “For this place.”Shawn followed her gaze.His expression softened. “It wasn’t built by me alone.”“Maybe not,” Aria replied. “But you’re still here.”That seemed to catch his attention. Most people thanked donors or praised the funding. Very few noticed who kept show