All Chapters of The Wife He Rejected And Humiliated Is a Billionaire CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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21– We Had An Agreement

The first thing Lena did after speeding out of Julian’s home was to drive straight to her favorite pizza place where she purchased two large boxes of pizza. And then she drove to a supermarket where she purchased a ridiculous amount of beer.Then she drove off to Jack’s penthouse.The drive lasted for unnerving hours, but Lena finally reached her destination in one piece. She carried all she had purchased, got into the elevator, and got out on Jack’s floor.Lena pressed the doorbell no less than twice before Jack threw the door open. Jack looked wet, a towel wrapped low around his waist like he had just stepped out of the shower. Surprise crossed his eyes when he found Lena standing in front of his door, then he masked it with indifference.“Mmm… you look delicious tonight, Jack,” Lena teased as she pushed past him into the apartment without letting him protest.“What are you doing here?” Jack asked as he locked the door.“I’m visiting you, duh,” Lena jested whilst she placed the box

22– Jack Is Not An Ideal Partner

“You should maybe take me out on a few more dates, and ask me to be your girlfriend again,” Lena said, her voice quieter, less teasing, more real.The words settled between them.Jack’s heart pounded with heavy thuds. He felt like if he breathed too deeply, his heart would burst. Hope rose across his skin with goosebumps.“Are you serious?” Jack asked finally, blinking like he was in a dream. A good dream.Lena met his gaze without flinching and declared, “Yes.”Jack studied her face like he was searching for hesitation. For mockery. For escape routes. He found none.“Are you serious?” he asked again as he shifted closer. Jack moved slowly, almost as though he feared everything unfolding in front of him was not real and vanish if he was not careful.He placed his hand at Lena’s waist.Lena’s breath hitched, just barely. “Yes,” she whispered again.That was all the permission he needed.Jack pulled her into him, one arm wrapping around her back, the other sliding up to cradle the back

23– I regret leaving Lena for you

Julian paced the length of his living room, steps sharp against the polished floor, hands braced on his hips before dragging through his hair, then falling back to his sides again.Hours.It had been hours since Lena walked out of his house, and still his chest felt tight, like the air in the entire house had thickened around him.His mind replayed it.Her voice.Her anger.The way she looked at him like she wanted to destroy him and still knew every piece of him.And then the kiss.He stopped pacing.“Idiot,” he muttered to himself.Why had he done that?Why had he grabbed her like that?Why had he kissed her when he should have been furious with her for lying about her identity for three years?He dragged a hand down his face.Because it was Lena. Because when Lena stood in front of him, all sense of reasoning evades him; The answer came too fast. Too honest. And Julian hated it.Julian turned sharply and began pacing again. The quietness of the house pressed in around him. He did n

24– Gifts From Julian

For three days straight, Lena walked into the office and found something waiting for her. Day one was flowers. White lilies and deep red roses arranged in a glass vase that probably cost more than some people’s monthly rent. The apology note was small, folded once, tucked between the stems. I’m sorry. It will never happen again. — J. She threw the note away. She kept the flowers. Day two was lunch from a ridiculously expensive restaurant downtown that she loved and always purchased food from. How Julian discovered that, Lena was unaware. The bag was warm. Her name was written neatly on the receipt. And it had another note. I never cheated on you. — J. Lena didn’t throw that one away immediately. She stared at it for a long time in hesitation before snapping out of her head, crushing the paper in her fist and tossing it into the bin under her desk. Day three was a watch. At that point, Lena was certain Julian just wanted to get her something, no matter what it was. She how

25– Lunch With Julian At The Family House

Lunch started normally. While Lena, her father and Julian ate, they engaged in small talk; mostly about business, market trends and overall gossip. Julian took opportunities where he could. His intention was to get to know Lena as best as he could in this short moment. “So, Lena, how long have you been working for the company that you know enough to run it?” He asked. “First of all, Mr. Black, do not use my name casually. We’re not friends,” Lena bit out, giving Julian a stern look. Julian scoffed, not offended by her words. “Fine then,” he muttered, “answer the question, Miss. King.” “Not that it’s any of your concern, but I’ve been involved in my family’s business almost all my life. Perhaps not officially until two years ago,” Lena answered. “That’s impressive,” Julian commented. “Mhm…” Lena hummed as she took a sip of water. “But how come I never crossed paths with you? I mean, I’m always in and out of the—” “I started as an intern at a small division,” Lena cut him off.

26– Do You Regret Marrying Me?

After long hours of tension, lunch finally came to an end and it was time for everyone to take their leave. Lena stepped out of her father’s house first, already pulling her phone from her pocket as if she had somewhere urgent to be. In truth, she just needed distance. Space. Air. “Are you returning to the office?” Leo asked as he stepped out behind her. “I don’t think so. I might just go home and rest a while before coming to pick up Junior,” Lena answered. “I was thinking of coming to yours later today. I’ll just bring him,” Leo suggested. “Oh?” Lena stopped short and turned to Leo with furrowed brows, “did something happen?” “Of course something happened,” Leo said, tipping his head toward the front door of their father’s manor where Julian had just walked out of. That was when it made sense to Lena. She inhaled a long breath and exhaled just the same. “Fine then,” she muttered, handing her car keys to her brother, “bring my car when coming. I wish to take a walk.” “I’ll wa

27– Tell Him About His Son

It was hours after lunch, during the late hours of the evening that Leo parked Lena’s car in front of her manor. He got out of the car and carried Junior out of the back seat, balancing him against his hips and began approaching the front of the manor. The moment they stepped inside, the little boy reached for Lena instinctively. “Mama…” Junior smiled, grabbing tightly onto Lena’s shirt. Lena immediately wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips to his hair, breathing him in like she had been holding her breath since she left him back at her father’s place after lunch. “How are you my darling?” she cooed. Junior could only babble. Leo watched his sister and her son’s exchange with a gentle and proud smile. “Did he eat already?” Lena asked. “He did earlier,” Leo scratched his head as he walked past them to the living room and settled down. He then added, “put him down for a moment so we can talk.” Lena’s brows furrowed. “You sound serious,” she commented. “So it seem

28– You’re Nothing

It was close to midnight when Julian returned home. The house was dark except for the single light that cast a glow of warm yellow across the polished floor and furniture in the living room. Julian loosened his tie as he walked in. His mind was still far away, still tangled within the time he spent with Lena that afternoon. He replayed the lunch, their walk, their conversation… and the boy. The boy… Julian was confused as to how Leonardo King would have a child and he would not know. It’s none of my business, Julian thought as the front door shut behind him with a soft click. “I was beginning to think you had moved out.” Rose’s voice cut through the silence. Julian slowed to a stop and turned toward the living room. Rose was seated on the couch, legs crossed, a glass of wine in her hand. Her makeup was done. Hair styled. As if she had been waiting to perform. “How surprising to find you at home at this hour,” Julian said with mockery in his tone. “Do not make this about m

29– You’re Bitter!

It was finally the day of the shoot; well, the trial shoot. But even if it was a trial shoot, it was not treated any less professionally, because it was after all the day the models who’d advance to the main shoot would be selected. Lena arrived at the studio with much more enthusiasm than the actual models and organizers combined. Truth was, she was bored and this was something fun, something to take her mind off her ex husband. The studio was one of the largest sound stages in the city. The high ceilings were crisscrossed with lighting rigs, cables snaking across polished concrete floors, assistants moving quickly with garment racks and clipboards. A long white backdrop had been stretched perfectly across one end of the hall, soft lights angled to create warmth without harsh shadows. Music hummed faintly in the background, just loud enough to keep nerves steady. The trial shoot was important because the actual campaign was no small thing. It was the anniversary issue of the fa

30– The Mess You Created

By the time Lena left the studio, the damage had already spread. Her phone would not stop vibrating. Messages stacked on top of each other. Missed calls from board members. From her assistant. From numbers she did not even recognize. Notifications from news platforms. From gossip blogs. From financial analysts suddenly interested in her personal life. CEO of King’s Enterprises Exposed. Secret Marriage to Billionaire businessman Julian Black. Public Meltdown at Magazine Shoot. Lena did not open any of it. She drove home in silence. The city lights blurred past her windshield. Traffic moved normally. People crossed streets. Restaurants glowed warmly behind glass windows. It was strange how the world continued so casually while hers felt like it had been dragged into the open and stripped bare. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel. She had worked too hard for this. It had been years of staying quiet. Years of keeping her head down. Years of building credibility without usin

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