Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wrong Wife for Mr Whitmore: Pregnant, Divorced, Reclaime: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

GENEVIEVE (VIVI)’S POINT OF VIEW“I don’t think I would have ever done this without you.” My husband, Elias often told me but now, while sitting across from him and staring into his emotionless eyes, I knew my marrige was over. I sat perfectly still with my fingers digging so deeply into the fabric of my purse until my knuckles turned white still, I felt no relief. He looked immaculate in a three-piece suit that clung to his broad, athletic shoulders with his dark brown hair styled to perfection. It was his eyes however, that broke me. Those blue eyes that used to look tenderly at me, were now full of coldness with no hint of any emotion.I watched as he pushed a file toward me and one look at the file, my lips trembled. ‘Petition for Dissolution of Marriage.’"Sign it, Genevieve," he said in a cold tone. "The terms are more than generous as you will receive a nice settlement that ensures you will never have to return to the life you lived before we met."A bitter laugh escaped my d

Genevieve’s POVAs I stared at the car, I dared to think that maybe Elias had changed his mind and had sent someone to get me, but I was totally wrong.When the car door opened, a man stepped out without a care about the rain at all as it soaked his messy dark brown hair that looked oddly familiar. He wore an expensive but relaxed black shirt with the top few buttons undone, revealing his tanned skin, and a heavy leather jacket that made his broad shoulders look even more intimidating. As he walked toward me with a lazy, predator look and I caught sight of his face, my breath caught in my throat.It was Elias's face with the exact same highly structured jawline, the same perfection, the same piercing ice blue eyes but everything else was entirely wrong because this man carried himself with an air that screamed for me to back off. A dark stubble accentuated his jaw, and a visible tattoo was all over his right arm, making him look even more dangerous."Still playing the martyr, I see,"

Genevieve’s POVIt’s been two days of absolute silence, hiding behind closed doors and nursing a morning sickness that seemed to intensify with my growing dread for whatever was going on.With each morning that passed, I hoped Elias would call me and beg me to come back because he had come back to his senses, but it never came and now, with the Whitmore annual gala here, I didn’t know what to do.Felix however, had insisted I attend. “Let them see what they threw away, Vivi,” he had said with that chilling, unreadable smirk. “Let the match catch fire because that’s the beginning of our plan.”Now, I stood just inside the double doors of the ballroom with my fingers clutching my purse. Felix had provided the dress, which was a breathtaking, emerald-green gown that draped elegantly over my slender frame, hugging my waist and dipping slightly at the back. It was far more glamorous than anything I had ever worn during my marriage because Elias never allowed me to wear stuff like this, but

ELIAS’ POINT OF VIEW. “I said, apologize to my wife-“ the word slipped out before I could stop it. The moment they left my lips, the silence followed immediately, but I couldn't take them back.....worse, I don't think I want to. My jaw tightened; what was I about to say? Why was I about to say that? A strange tension coiled in my chest, as something had just moved out of place… or into it. I exhaled slowly, “…..apologize to Genevieve.” I corrected the name, unfamiliar and yet uncomfortable on my tongue. For some reason, it felt wrong……..I felt wrong. I didn’t like that. Around me, the crowd has gone entirely still; their reactions were delayed or perhaps just stifled, but in what they didn’t say, they made up for it with their gaze. I could feel the judgment, their clear questioning gazes full of curiosity; however, none of it mattered. Because my eyes had begun to search for and find her again. She hadn’t moved. She was still beside Felix, the twin I hadn’t seen in over tw

ELIAS’ POINT OF VIEW‘Have we met before?’Those words stayed in the air longer than they should have. They didn’t come out dramatic, or loud……..they just felt wrong. Because I was still looking at her, waiting for something I couldn’t name or understand. Genevieve didn’t answer immediately; neither did Felix. That alone irritated me more than it should have. The silence stretched for far too long; it was too charged… until my twin brother moved. It wasn’t an aggressive move, nor was it visible to anyone who wasn’t staring as hard as I was. Just subtly, he stepped closer to her like some sort of shield I wasn’t supposed to notice.That should have meant nothing……..we were once married, and that marriage was a sham. I could move on with my real love now, but still, seeing him with her, the way his body leaned so close to hers…….Fuck.Genevieve didn’t push him off either, and that stung more than it should have. Her gaze broke just slightly, as something inside her cracked under pres