All Chapters of The Wife He Rejected And Humiliated Is a Billionaire CEO: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The first thing Lena did the moment they stepped into her house was rush up the stairs to her son’s room. Just as she had prayed, Junior was asleep. “I have visitors downstairs. So when he wakes, ensure to keep him busy and… quiet,” Lena instructed the boy’s nanny. The woman nodded and only then could Lena relax. She returned downstairs and rejoined her father and Julian. “I want to start by saying that I’m truly sorry,” Lena began as she settled into a couch. Her ass barely touched the cushion when her father spoke. “Why not pour us a drink first. The good vodka.” “I don’t want to drink. And I don’t want anyone drinking at my house today,” she argued. Her father tilted his head. “Really?” “Dad—” “Pour your old man a drink. I deserve that much after the embarrassment I have had to face today because of your recklessness.” Silence stretched. Julian shifted in his seat, uneasy. He knew Lena’s father—Pedro King far more than even Lena. And he understood that despite Pedro’s

After Julian left Lena’s house, the first thing he did was contact his legal team. He needed clarity—whether Lena actually had grounds to sue him, and if she did, what his options were. The answer wasn’t comforting. He had only two paths: settle privately, or take the matter to court, an outcome that would invite scrutiny, speculation, and far more publicity than he could afford. Which, in reality, left him with one option. If Lena followed through on her threat and filed a lawsuit, he would push for a private settlement. After that conversation, he drove in silence. Lena’s words replayed in his head. You will hear from my lawyers. There had been no hesitation when she said it. No bluff in her eyes. Just calculation. He had known there was a clause in the contract. Of course he had. He had written half of it himself. Confidentiality. Non disclosure. Protection of reputation. No action that would materially damage the other party’s public standing. At the time, it ha

Jack woke up to the sight of Lena sitting by the window nook, a steamy cup of something he presumed to be coffee in hand, and her mind quite far away. “Maybe I should perform better, seeing how you always wake before I do,” Jack jested.Lena’s head turned towards him. Though her lips were curved into a faint smile, her eyes were teary. Jack rushed out of bed, truly concerned, and went straight to her. He cradled her face, his thumbs stroking away the tears beaded at her lids. “What’s wrong… did something else happen?”“No, no…” Lena breathed, pulling away from Jack’s hold and lowering her head. “Then what?”“I was just thinking, Jack… perhaps I got something out of marrying Julian… but I did in fact lose a lot…” Jack shook his head. He had just woken from sleep, hence he was still confused. “I don’t understand…” he murmured.Lena drew in a slow breath, then set the cup down on the narrow ledge of the window nook. “There’s nothing to understand. Let us not burden ourselves this mor

By the time Lena returned to her office, the building had quieted into that deceptive afternoon calm.The boardroom battle still hummed beneath her skin.She contemplated sitting for a moment but decided against it and walked to the window, staring down at the city.From forty floors up, the city looked obedient. Orderly. Manageable. Nothing like the chaos that had tried to corner her all morning.Her phone kept buzzing nonstop.Her controversy had died down, but articles were still been written about it. And the influencers wouldn’t stop milking the story just to chase clout.Especially as Rose was very much engaged with such stupidity.Lena was almost amused, but almost felt pity for Julian. She wondered how a man that intelligent could end up with an airhead like Rose.But in the end, it wasn’t any of her concern.Lena exhaled slowly and finally took her seat.Work.That was the only thing that ever steadied her.And she quickly buried herself in it. Focused. Composed. Not distract

The house was quiet when Julian stormed in, but not the kind of quiet that meant empty.It had weight to it.“You have a visitor waiting in your study, Mr. Black,” his housekeeper said the moment he crossed the threshold.Julian barely broke his stride. “Who is it?”“Someone you do not wish to keep waiting,” she replied.He stopped.He didn’t need another name. The housekeeper’s expression said enough.He handed her his jacket without a word and turned toward the study.The door was already open.Antonio stood at the window with his back to the room, hands clasped loosely behind him, studying the city outside with the patience of a man who had never once been rushed by anything in his life. He was broader than Julian remembered. Stiller. The kind of still that didn’t come from peace but from discipline.“Antonio.”His brother turned slowly.“Julian.”For a moment neither of them moved. The space between them carried years in it.“I… I didn’t know you were coming,” Julian said.“It was