บททั้งหมดของ The Wife He Never Married: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

DANTEThe lawyer didn’t waste time. “You have one hour, Mr. Reyes.” His voice remained calm and practiced. “If you wish to discuss Miss June’s mother, I suggest you arrive within that time.”Every muscle in my shoulders tightened knowing that they were giving me a deadline that was just enough to make me feel rushed but also enough to stop me from thinking clearly.I looked through the window without really seeing anything. “Where?”“I’ll send the address.” A pause followed then he spoke up again, “one more thing.” I already knew I wasn’t going to like whatever came next. “You are to come alone.”The trap has finally introduced itself. My jaw locked because there was no explanation of reason, just an instruction as though they actually expected me to walk blindly into whatever game Angelo had planned.“I’ll consider it.”The lawyer didn’t argue. “I’ll be expecting you.”The line went dead and a second later my phone vibrated with a message that contained the address but I didn’t even

JUNEI waited for Dante to answer but he smiled instead. And the first thing I noticed was he was faking it. The few real ones reach his eyes but this did not.His lips curved the way they always did whenever he looked at me, soft enough that anyone else would have believed him, but I had spent too long memorizing Dante’s face to be fooled by something like that because the corners of his mouth lifted while his eyes remained impossibly still, the warmth missing from them.He reached for my hand, his fingers wrapping around mine with familiar steadiness, but there was the slightest hesitation before he touched me. “What did he say?” I asked quietly.His thumb brushed across the back of my hand. “They’re trying to manipulate us.”I stared at him for another heartbeat, watching him carefully, waiting for something else to follow but nothing did and I just knew that he was hiding something.Around us, the air had gone still, Enzo leaned against the wall with his arms folded tightly across

DANTEIt was morning again and this time I woke up before June, but I didn’t get up, instead I turned to fully look at her. Her body was curled against mine, her cheek pressed to my chest, one hand resting loosely against my ribs and the room was still dark enough that the curtains had turned the morning light into a faint gray haze.She had cried herself to sleep and I could still see the evidence of it, her eyelashes were clumped slightly from dried tears. There was a faint puffiness beneath her eyes, and a crease remained between her brows even in sleep, as if whatever had been haunting her had followed her into her dreams.My chest tightened as I reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, she didn’t stir or move. I leaned down and pressed my lips against her forehead gently and softly as if even that small movement might disturb whatever peace she had finally found.My gaze lingered on her as the day before replayed itself in my head, her standing in front of me,

JUNEThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence, my hand moved across the mattress before my eyes were even fully open, searching instinctively for the warmth beside me but I got nothing. Dante was already gone as always and usually, waking up to an empty side of the bed would have bothered me, this morning, it didn’t.I lay there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling because there was no crushing weight in my chest, no tear-soaked pillow beneath my cheek, no memory of my mother standing across the room with a stranger’s eyes and no image of her hand resting over the stomach that carried another man’s child.For the first time in what felt like forever, my mind was quiet and I felt peaceful like I had not spent the night crying. I slowly pushed myself upright and realized that the room was now washed in pale morning light, it slipped through the curtains in thin golden lines, settling across the sheets and the floor. I sat there for another moment, rubbing my face

DANTEI didn’t like the arrangement, not one bit even though the doctors recommending that June meet her mother made sense. If Janice was recovering from amnesia, then of course there would be a point where they would want her family around her.What didn’t make sense was the timing since the wedding had already been postponed. Angelo had spent days making it clear that he wanted the wedding delayed, and suddenly, the moment June agreed to meet her mother, everything became easy.Angelo agreed, the lawyer called and everything lined up perfectly. I hated perfect because it was usually what people called something before they discovered the knife hidden underneath it.But June… something about her was different this morning. I watched her sitting at the kitchen island, her fingers wrapped around her coffee cup as she listened to everyone talk.She smiled and it wasn’t the careful smile she had been wearing since finding out her mother was alive, this one was real, warm and beautiful.