All Chapters of His Hidden Wife [Borromeo Series Book 1]: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ethan Borromeo:"I never believed in destiny… As everyone says… that when you meet your soulmate, the stars align, and the heavens open a door for a coincidence to meet the one you’re destined for.It was just a childish, funny quote to me… before meeting Sophia… my wife. And being with her feels like everything falls into the right place. Sleeping next to her…Watching every smile on her lips…Protecting her from pain…It’s my fulfillment. I’m content.If that isn’t called destiny… I don’t know what is."Sophia Soledad:"I really wanted to believe every word coming from your mouth… every sweet gesture you’ve made for me… but how can I, Ethan? Because I know you’ve said all those things to Sabrina too… everything you’ve done for me, you’ve done for her as well. Do you really love me? Or do you love me just because you feel guilty for what you did to me back then?! Who am I compared to the woman you love? I’m not the one who owns your heart, Ethan! I’m just your wife…"

Ethan POV's I was about to head home when the car I was in suddenly broke down. I left it with my driver and decided to commute instead, covering my face with a mask so no one would recognize me. I’ve done this plenty of times before—especially back in college. It was rush hour, so the bus was packed. Everyone was practically squished together, including me. The bus stopped to pick up more passengers. I couldn’t help but shake my head—so crowded. Two women boarded. I guessed they were in their early twenties. One of them had an ID, so I assumed she was still a student. 'I smirk. Not my tea, maybe she's a minor. I glanced at the ID, and my heart skipped a beat—it had the same vibe as Sabrina’s. That girl… again. “Ugh! We got caught in the rain,” said the shorter woman with short hair. “I’m thinking about my siblings. Have they eaten already?” The long-haired woman said, and I felt a little nervous because she reminded me of someone. She had long hair, reaching below her

⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️ This story contains sensitive and potentially triggering themes, including emotional distress, substance use, sexual content, and abuse. It may depict situations involving trauma, unhealthy relationships, and intense emotional experiences. Some scenes may be difficult to read for individuals who have experienced similar situations.Please proceed with caution and prioritize your well-being. Take breaks if needed. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Sophia’s POV I woke up to the vibration of my android phone. 4:00 AM. The clock shows. My body ached from exhaustion—I had barely slept three hours after getting home late from the contest last night. Still, I forced myself to sit up. There was no time to rest. I had an order to fulfill. Quietly, I stepped out of the room, washed my face, and prepared a cup of coffee. The bitter warmth barely helped, but it kept me moving. Soon, I began preparing the lumpiang Shanghai for the orphanage. The filli

ETHAN POV's "That's why she's in that damn club," I muttered as Alex explained everything to me. I thought her father sold her. What if I hadn’t come that night? Whose man would she have ended up with? "Yeah, his father can't be found yet. Wishing he won't appear his face again." I look at Alex. He seems... Interested with her. “So she bought a small house in that area with the money I paid her?” We were parked outside the university where Sophia was attending class. “Yup. That’s the leftover money from when they got out of the hospital. Then she fixed up the house. Dude, it was filthy—the place she lived.” “How do you know?” I asked Alex, surprised. “Easy. I probably went there.” “What? Why would you do that? I didn’t tell you to.” “Yeah, right. I know—you didn’t pay me for that. But man… when I saw her! She was really pretty, my type.” I turned to him while he sat in the driver’s seat, me in the passenger seat. He's fucking interested! “So what now? Are you t

SOPHIA POV I stared at Sabrina laughing for a long time. I didn’t know why I felt a twinge of jealousy. Maybe if she were in my position, Ethan would be happy. Sometimes I couldn’t help but get annoyed at myself. Why do I feel jealous? Why does it hurt? Shouldn’t my anger and pain take over because of what he did and said to me? There’s a part of my heart that tells me he’s actually a kind person. Maybe he’s just been deeply hurt by the woman standing in front of me now. “He almost got on his knees just to get you back,” Sabrina’s friend said with a smile, and Sabrina laughed. “He’s really crazy for you, Sis,” the girl added. I overheard their conversation as Alice and I were standing in line behind them in the canteen. They were probably talking about Ethan. “I’ll give him a chance, but not now. He promised me we’ll live in the U.S. I’m sure his mom will be pissed,” the two laughed together. As for me, it hurt. No wonder he didn’t want anything to do with our