All Chapters of The Billionaire's Unknowing Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Fill Me In.

Imogen"What? Me? Flirt?" Sebastian suddenly asked as though he had just been accused of a crime, and I frowned slightly."And you, telling someone they are handsome."Malcolm's gaze landed on me, and I blinked while Sebastian immediately took a step away, practically chickening out."I was only complimenting my colleague, sir, and besides, he is indeed handsome."The moment the words left my mouth, Sebastian's hand found my arm."No, Mrs. Evans, I am the ugliest man you have ever come across."I raised a brow at that. Was he really that scared? And more importantly, scared of who?"Only a blind woman wouldn't know you're handsome. Get a grip," I said, giving him a side eye."Thank you for the compliment," he replied with a smile, and I smiled back."It seems," Malcolm's deep voice cut through our conversation, "that both of you have a lot of free time on your hands."Immediately, I understood why Sebastian had been acting so strange."Sir, please don't," Sebastian said quickly, but b

What Would You Do?

LyraI had finally done it.I had slept with my father-in-law, and not just once or twice. It was going to continue for as long as I got everything I wanted out of it."This diamond necklace is worth five hundred thousand. Do you know it's part of the latest collection?" Silvia asked, her eyes widening in shock as she examined it."Your in-laws must be spoiling you rotten. I thought you said your mother-in-law was mean."I scoffed."She is, alright?"If only she knew what I had done with her husband.The thought alone almost made me laugh. I could already picture the look on Jennifer's face when she finds out, and for some reason that image amused me far more than it should have.And so I began to chuckle softly. Silvia narrowed her eyes."I know that look. What have you done this time?"She sounded suspicious, but there was no way I was telling her.She was my friend, but even she would tell me what I was doing was wrong, and I didn't need anyone preaching to me.As far as I was con

Off-limits.

ImogenIt was a difficult question to answer, and knowing Malcolm, he would want nothing but the truth from me.I swallowed hard.The whole thing was complicated, and since he had never actually mentioned the woman's name, it would be wrong of me to make assumptions. Still, as far as I knew, Ciara was the only female friend he seemed close to."I don't know, sir," I finally admitted.He continued looking at me."So, if you were in my shoes, you would divorce her?" he asked.Honestly, I wasn't sure what to say."If I didn't love her, then yes," I replied.After all, that was the reasonable thing to do. If I suddenly found out I was married to someone I didn't love, I would probably end it immediately."But if you did love her?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.I paused."Then it would depend on whether she felt the same way."That was how marriage was supposed to work, wasn't it?It couldn't be one-sided.Thinking about it now, I felt a little sorry for the man I had married. He ha

Lunch Break.

ImogenAaron ended up sitting beside Cyrus, and from what I had gathered so far, the two of them weren't exactly close. Because of that, I decided it would be best to keep my distance from him."And what is Mr. Grayson's personal assistant doing eating lunch at the cafe?" he asked.He seemed unusually interested in my business."Is there a rule that says otherwise?" I asked, keeping my voice calm.He scoffed."Don't mind him, Imogen. Just eat," Cyrus said, and Vivian quickly nodded."Yeah, just ignore him."I did exactly that and returned my attention to my food."I was only asking a question, not something for you to get offended by," Aaron said, trying to justify himself, though there was really no need.I simply continued eating in silence, and everyone else did the same, except for Aaron, who kept looking at me as though he had more to say.Unfortunately, he did."Just because you work closely with Mr. Grayson doesn't mean you should get your hopes up. He changes employees the sam

A Handful.

ImogenI immediately turned my face away."Sir, you're too close."As I stepped back, he straightened and muttered under his breath,"I see. I'll have to increase your workload.""Don't you dare," I shot back as we made our way toward the elevator.Anyone listening to him would think he was my husband's spokesperson.Once inside the elevator, I turned to look at him and noticed his expression had hardened again. He stared straight ahead, and for some reason the atmosphere felt heavier than before. I wondered how the meeting had gone because apart from our little discussion earlier, something about him seemed off."I suppose the meeting didn't go as planned?" I asked.He turned his head toward me."Was beginning to think you weren't going to ask."Then he sighed."As always, all they did was annoy me."He rolled his eyes as though replaying the entire meeting in his head."Or maybe you always attend those meetings expecting to be annoyed," I countered.One of his brows rose."You're no

Evelyn Grayson.

EvelynThat stubborn grandson of mine.He has finally discovered that the girl working for him is his wife, and now he wants an audience with me, but something about it just does not add up.The Malcolm I know would never wait for me to return before divorcing her.Or perhaps he simply wants me back so he can rub it in my face that he found out who his wife was all on his own.I was really hoping she would work for him a little longer before he figured it out. At least then, after spending so much time together, he would have fallen in love with her.But I suppose all things must come to an end eventually.After everything I did to bring those two together, from making them share a suite to practically stalking them whenever they went out together.When I saw the pictures from the amusement park and the way my grandson was looking at her, I was so pleased. It felt like all my efforts were finally paying off.Fate was definitely on my side.To be sincere, I did not even know Imogen had

Someone Important.

ImogenOr maybe Sebastian simply had not realized it yet.Then again, that seemed impossible."I still think you're wrong," I said, shaking my head."You do?" he asked with a chuckle, and I nodded."And what about the fact that you call him by his name?" he pressed.I immediately pressed my lips together."He was the one who gave the order," I defended myself, but Sebastian clearly wasn't convinced."Not even I call him by his first name," he said. "You might not realize it, or maybe you simply don't want to believe it, but the Malcolm Grayson I see around you isn't the same Malcolm Grayson I've worked with for eight years, or the same one I've been friends with for fifteen."Now that was news to me."You've been friends with him for what?" I asked, completely baffled.Sebastian chuckled and nodded."We may not look like it, but that bastard and I go way back."This time, I was the one who laughed."And you still have your sanity intact?" I asked between laughs.He laughed along with

The Visit.

ImogenNever in a million years did I imagine I would be standing here, frozen in place.While we were on our way here, I had wanted to ask where we were going since neither of them had told me anything, but the problem was I didn't know how to bring it up.So instead, I kept quiet and stared out the car window.But what was this strange feeling that had been gnawing at me ever since we left?It was as though something unexpected was about to happen, and it refused to leave my mind.To be honest, I had been feeling a little off these past few days.Maybe it was because I hadn't been getting enough rest lately."So, would you really follow me blindly whenever I ask you to?" Malcolm suddenly asked.I immediately turned to look at him.Thank goodness he brought it up first."Well..." I began, "as Sebastian said..."I glanced at Sebastian, only to find him raising a brow at me."...we're meeting someone important."The moment I finished speaking, Sebastian burst into laughter.Even Malcol

I Want To Leave.

ImogenWait...What the hell was going on?I tilted my head slightly while Malcolm simply stood there, rubbing his forehead."Don't you have something you want to tell her?" he asked his grandmother.She stood tall, looking as though she was about to challenge him.After a long sigh, her eyes shifted to me."Imogen... we meet again."The moment she spoke, my gaze darted from her to Malcolm.He was already looking at me.Then I turned back to Madam Evelyn."The lady from that night?" I asked.A smile spread across her face."Oh, you remember me."Under any other circumstance, I might have smiled back.But not today.I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries.In fact, I wasn't sure I had the strength to hear whatever they were about to tell me."Would you like to sit down?" Malcolm asked.I immediately shook my head."No."Then the words escaped before I could stop them."I want to leave."Without waiting for anyone to respond, I turned and started walking back the way we had come."Imogen,

Eight Weeks.

Imogen"We'll discuss that later," Malcolm said.The finality in his voice told me there was no room for argument.Honestly, I didn't want to tell him about my past, but I also knew resisting Malcolm Grayson was usually a losing battle.Besides...I owed him that much.But now we were back to the real issue.The divorce.When exactly was he planning to divorce me?Just then, my eyes widened as I remembered the question he had asked me a few days ago... and the answers I had given him.The nerve of this man."So... the question you asked me that day?" I said, looking up at him.He shifted slightly."I wanted to know your opinion."Now that I thought about it, he had been playing with me ever since he found out the truth.Dear God...I wanted to smack him."I think the rest of this conversation should be between you and me," he said as he rose to his feet.He held out his hand for me.Without thinking, I placed mine in his, and he helped me up from the couch."And what are we going to t

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