บททั้งหมดของ The Wife He Never Married: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

JUNEFor the first time, the wedding stopped feeling like a distant dream, it became real, something we could actually touch, something we could finally begin building together and for the next two weeks between surgeries, late-night dinners, Enzo stealing everyone’s food, my father pretending he wasn’t secretly fond of having a full house, and Dante somehow balancing board meetings with checking on me every few hours, life settled into something wonderfully ordinary.It felt strange but it also felt perfect and I allowed myself to believe we might actually be getting our happy ending.The morning of our meeting and I actually felt excited, not nervous or anxious.For weeks, wedding planning had existed inside a laptop screen, hidden behind spreadsheets, websites and late-night conversations with Maya, today, it would finally become real.The dining room looked more like a temporary office than part of a home because my father had insisted the table was big enough for everyone.Maya h

JUNEI closed my mouth again, telling myself that maybe it wasn’t intentional so I kept waiting and a few minutes later another opportunity appeared.“I think I’d like—”“Dante.” Paige smiled brightly. “I know you’ve never really liked overly dramatic centerpieces.”Again, interrupted, again, directed at him.I glanced at Maya and her jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, she had noticed too and so had Enzo, judging by the way he shifted his weight near the doorway.“So…” Paige finally looked at me again. “What flowers do you like?”The question came almost as an afterthought like she had remembered there was supposed to be a bride at this meeting but before I could answer, she looked back at Dante.“I still think—”“Okay, that’s it.” The word left my mouth quietly and everyone looked at me. I smiled politely. “I already answered your questions about the flowers.”Paige blinked. “Oh, right.” She scribbled something into her notebook then almost immediately, “Dante, what do you think abo

DANTEI had barely settled into bed when my phone vibrated and with much urging from June, I picked it up to see that it was an unknown number calling. I stared at the screen until it stopped ringing and silence settled over the room but it started again and I rubbed a hand over my face.June laughed softly beside me then nudged my arm with her shoulder. I glanced at her and she looked back with that calm little smile that somehow always convinced me to do the exact opposite of what I had planned, and I sighed dramatically then accepted the call. “Dante.”Every muscle in my body tightened because I knew who exactly that voice belonged to, across from me, June’s smile faded because she had recognized it too. “What do you want?” I asked, there wasn’t even an attempt to sound polite and there was no point pretending.A small laugh drifted through the speaker. “Straight to business.”“No, shit. State your business or fuck off.”I heard a soft chuckle from the other side. “I was wonderi

DANTEAs soon as the front door closed, I knew June and Maya had left but I wasn’t worried because I knew that Enzo was with them and he would rather die than let a single hair on the body of my wife be hurt. And now that Maya’s in the picture…I moved into the study where Raphael was waiting for me because the room was quieter and felt more private for discussing. I shut the door behind us and poured us both coffee before sitting across from him.“How do we tighten the hospital’s security?” I asked, getting straight to business. He opened a folder. “We’ve doubled the personnel and additional cameras are already being installed. The bathroom entrances and parking garage are also all covered and staff access has been restricted.”I nodded slowly because that was good. Nothing will get past us. “What about my brother? What’s going on with him?” I asked. “Has he made any moves recently?”“Well…” Raphael started as he slid another folder toward me. “…he’s been trying to buy shares in yo

JUNEHe stared at her like a man looking at a miracle he no longer believed he deserved.“Layla.” His voice broke on her name.She blinked and a tiny crease formed between her brows.“I’m sorry…” Her voice was soft and apologetic. “…do I know you?”My father froze and the color drained from his face. “What?”She looked between us. “Sir, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Then she looked at Dante’s father as if she needed his permission to speak to us.The silence that followed hurt more than any scream could have, my father took another step, his hands shaking at his sides.“No.” His voice came out hoarse, a tear sliding freely down his cheek. “Layla, I thought…we thought you were gone all this time. Why didn't you come home to us?”She stared at him then slowly shook her head. “I don’t even know who you are.”My chest caved inward and my vision blurred as tears filled my eyes. No, she had to know us, right? Maybe she’s joking. I opened my mouth to speak but movement caught