All Chapters of The Wife He Rejected And Humiliated Is a Billionaire CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Inside the club, Lena felt the pull of the music settle into her bones. Her body moved in rhythm, her hips swaying freely. Now, she was even more relaxed than when they had first arrived.“There she is,” Jack said, watching Lena with a look of hunger.“Don’t,” she shot him a look. “You used to love this,” Jack recounted.“I used to love a lot of things,” Lena said.“And what changed?” Jack inquired.“I grew up, I had more responsibilities,” She glanced around, at the people moving freely, at the absence of expectation, then sighed, “but tonight, I think I might just forget about responsibilities and have fun.”“I think you should,” Jack lifted his glass in approval.Lena didn’t drink much. She had just enough alcohol to warm her, enough to loosen the edges. She danced because she wanted to, because she enjoyed it, and because she was comfortable with the man who she was dancing with. Her movements were confident, natural, a reminder of a self she had locked away for too long.Julian

The night was truly worth every bit of Lena’s time. Physically, at least. Emotionally, however, she felt hollow. Empty. So empty that she in fact began to wonder why she had easily succumbed to sexual temptation.Was it because she was jealous of the chemistry between Rose and Julian? Lena asked herself.But then, she shook her head, refusing to dwell on such thoughts.Lena was determined to focus on the moment: which was sneaking out of Jack’s room without his notice.She had just slipped one heel into her hand and eased the door open when a voice, thick with sleep, broke the silence.“Really?”Lena froze. “Hey, you’re awake,” she said with a soft giggle, turning halfway, already guilty.“You’re running away. Again,” Jack added, pushing himself up on one elbow, the sheets slipping down his chest.“No… I’m not.” Lena forced another small laugh, clutching her bag tighter.“So what are you doing?” Jack asked.“I told you I have a meeting this morning.” Lena reminded him.“And you couldn

The meeting ended without ceremony.Chairs shifted, tablets were gathered, restrained murmurs filled the air as the board members rose and began filing out of the conference room. Lena remained seated for a brief moment longer, hands folded neatly atop the table, posture immaculate. Only when the room had cleared halfway did she rise, nod once at her father, and turn toward the exit.She did not look back.Her heels struck the polished floor in a steady rhythm as she walked down the corridor toward her office, spine straight, expression unreadable. The glass walls reflected her image back at her—composed, distant, unyielding. Exactly how she needed to be.Behind her, Julian hesitated for a fraction of a second before following.He told himself it was about business. That the topic she had dismissed in the meeting—the overseas acquisition, the timeline she had brushed off with infuriating calm—required clarity. Precision. Immediate discussion.But even as he lengthened his stride to c

The restaurant had thinned out noticeably since Julian and Lena had left.The late lunch crowd had given way to a quieter, slower afternoon rhythm — soft jazz humming through hidden speakers, the clink of cutlery against ceramic, the low murmur of scattered conversations. Sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows, casting warm gold rectangles across polished tabletops and the marble floor.Rose sat alone at the table she had shared with Julian, her fingers lightly circling the stem of her half-finished glass of wine. From a distance, she looked perfectly composed—elegant posture, chin slightly raised, lips curved into the ghost of a smile.Inside, however, her mind was working.She watched the entrance. Watched the waiters. Watched the reflections in the mirrored column beside her.And most importantly, she was watching Jack.Jack’s shoulders were slightly tense as he cut into what remained of his meal. He wasn’t eating like he was enjoying the food. He was eating because the p

Lena barely remembered the drive.Red lights blurred into green. Turns came and went without thought. The only thing grounding her was the white-knuckled grip she had on the steering wheel and the single, furious thought repeating in her mind like a war drum.He does not get to ruin my life and sleep peacefully.By the time Julian’s estate gates came into view, her pulse was roaring in her ears.The guards barely had time to register her car before she punched in the override code because she had never forgotten. The gates slid open, and Lena drove through before they had fully parted, gravel crunching violently under her tires.She curved up the long driveway with the same violent speed. The mansion came into view and her chest tightened.Three years, Lena thought. Three years of walking through those doors as his wife.The memory nearly made her foot ease off the accelerator.Nearly.Instead, she jerked the wheel sharply and slammed the brakes in front of the house, the car screechi