All Chapters of The Wife He Never Married: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JUNEI should have sensed that something was off the second I felt goosebumps all over my skin. You know the type you feel when you’re being watched? Yeah, that very one.But Maya was with me, and we were mostly in an open space. That was why I never bothered with the feeling.“I like this color on you, June.” Maya’s face brightened when I stepped out from the changing room. This was just the fifth dress we had tried so far and I was already exhausted. I never understood what was go fun about spending hours trying to fit into dresses from different brands, however fake or real they were.I walked to the mirror, turning side to side, trying to catch whatever Maya had seen.“No?” She asked and I shook my head. The color looked off on me. But that could be my insecurity talking. “Yeah, I see it now, you’re right. Next dress.”I disappeared into the booth again, slipped off the dress, hung it and reached for the next one. I prayed to God that this would be in. I looked at the licra mate

JUNEMy face was bruised by the time the van came to a stop. It had driven into a building, somewhere dark and dirty by the smell of it.But not just that, the air smelled like rotten flesh, my nose scrunched at the first whiff.Where was this place?I turned to Rick as he slid off his seat and got off the van. “Rick, where is this place?”I asked my voice shaking, my heart lurched up to my throat. He wasn’t planning to kill me was he?Rick didn’t answer. He walked to the side and watched the men he had hired to drag me out of the van like I was just a big bag of sand.I was thrown to the floor, my head hit the dirty concrete in a way that sounded like something broke.At the time, I just didn’t know what exactly had broken on my body. Pain seared through my entire body and I groaned in pain.I was then dragged across the floor as I tried to take deep breaths. That was when they appeared, both mother and daughter. Of both set.Everyone was here. Corrine folded her arms across her che

DANTEWaiting rooms were designed by sadists, there was no other explanation. The white walls, the antiseptic smell and the clock mounted above the reception desk that seemed determined to move slower than time itself.Thirty minutes… thirty goddamn minutes.I sat in a chair outside the emergency treatment area, elbows on my knees, hands clasped together so tightly my knuckles had turned white.The dried blood on my sleeve hadn’t even registered until a nurse glanced at it for the third time.June’s blood.My jaw clenched, hard, almost teeth shattering.Every time I shut my eyes, I saw her again looking unconscious, pale and being… strapped to that table.That fucking doctor preparing surgical instruments like he was about to carve into livestock. If I had gotten there a second later, he’d… no, I’ll not think of it. A violent pulse slammed through my temples.Across from me, Rafael leaned against the wall, when did he even get here? He stood with his arms folded being as silent as he

DANTEI had smiled in front of June, I even held her hand like nothing was wrong and I even calmly told her I’d sort it out like I wasn’t already picturing blood on my hands, but the second I stepped out of her room, the mask cracked.By the time I reached the parking lot, it was gone completely. The air outside the hospital felt colder than it should have or maybe it was just me.I got into the car and shut the door harder than necessary, the sound echoing inside the cabin.My fingers stayed on the steering wheel long after the engine started, gripping it hard… too hard like if I loosened my hold even a little, I’d do something irreversible.My jaw tightened.The Thornes, first Rick, now his mother and his stupid sister like they were all infected with the same sickness—entitlement dressed up as family loyalty. Why do they have to push my limits all the damn time?I exhaled sharply through my nose. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”My reflection in the rearview looked back at me

JUNEIt took an unreasonable amount of convincing to get my father and Dante to let me return to work… an absolutely unreasonable amount.You would think I had just returned from war or lost a limb or had been hit by a truck, instead, I had some bruises, a few scratches and a ridiculous amount of people hovering over me every second of the day, especially Dante. God. Especially Dante, the man had practically moved into our house.If he wasn’t following me around asking if I needed anything, he was helping my father with something, if he wasn’t helping my father, he was checking if had eaten and if he wasn’t checking if I had eaten, he was staring at me like I might disappear if he looked away too long.It was sweet and it was adorable but it was driving me insane.“Dad,” I called, my voice sugar sweet. “No,” the man said curtly.I stared at him across the breakfast table. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”“I know exactly what you were going to say.”He pointed his fork