All Chapters of HIS UNCLE’S WIFE: BILLIONAIRE’S REGRET : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The shrill sound of a heart monitor echoed through the operating theatre as doctors and nurses moved frantically around the small body lying on the operating table.“Charge again!”A doctor stepped back while another adjusted the equipment. The room was filled with tension so thick it seemed to suffocate everyone inside it. Nurses rushed from one side of the theatre to the other, exchanging urgent instructions while machines beeped relentlessly.“Clear!”The child’s body jerked slightly from the shock. Nothing. The monitor continued its terrifying rhythm.Outside the theatre, Katie Anderson paced restlessly along the corridor, her trembling fingers gripping her phone so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. Every few seconds she glanced toward the closed doors, desperately searching for any sign that things were getting better. There was none.The doctors had rushed Madison into surgery almost an hour ago after her condition suddenly worsened, and since then, nobody had come o

The restaurant sat at the top of one of the largest buildings in the city, floor to ceiling glass wall giving a clear view of the busy city. Damien Stark sat alone at a private table set apart from the restaurant with a glass of untouched water in front of him, his posture straight and his expression unreadable although he checked the time occasionally with quiet impatience.A server approached and asked if he needed anything, but he dismissed him with a short nod that carried no warmth and the server left immediately as though relieved to escape the cold silence around him.Damien reached for his phone instead and placed a call, holding it to his ear while his gaze stayed fixed on the entrance of the restaurant. The call connected almost immediately. “Father,” Damien said simply, his voice lacking patience.Donald Stark’s voice came through. “Has she arrived?”Damien leaned slightly into the chair, his eyes narrowing a little as he watched the entrance again. “No.”“She will come.

Katie stared at the brown folder lying on the coffee table between them as though it belonged to someone else. She didn’t move.Brian stood with one hand inside his trouser pocket while Rita remained comfortably seated on the couch, her fingers loosely intertwined with his. All of a sudden, Katie laughed. It was not the cheerful laugh Brian remembered from three years ago. The laugh was hollow and painfully empty. Brian frowned, “I know this isn’t easy Katie, but I think this is better for both of us.” Katie slowly lifted her eyes towards him.Better? She wondered if he truly believed those words or if saying them simply made abandoning her easier. Without saying a word, she reached for the folder.Brian watched her movements, and even Rita watched too with curiosity shining in her eyes. Katie opened the file and flipped through the pages one after another. She didn’t bother reading the details because there was nothing inside those papers that could possibly hurt more than watchi

Katie slowly removed the veil from her hair, carefully placing it over the back of a nearby chair before finally releasing the breath she had been holding since they left the chapel. The wedding was over, the interviews were over and the cameras were gone. For the first time all day, there was no audience watching their every move. She turned toward Damien, who had already removed his suit jacket and laid it neatly across the arm of the sofa. “I…” Katie hesitated before forcing a small smile. “I’ll just freshen up.” Damien nodded once. “Take your time.” Grateful that he asked no questions, Katie picked up the overnight bag Rosetta had prepared for her before disappearing into the bathroom. The moment the door clicked shut, she leaned back against it and closed her eyes. She walked slowly toward the large mirror above the marble sink. The woman staring back at her barely looked familiar. Her makeup remained flawless despite the exhausting day, but her eyes betrayed everything.

Katie’s fingers remained wrapped around the porcelain teacup, but she no longer remembered lifting it. Donald’s cheerful laughter still filled the dining room, yet every sound around her seemed distant, muffled under the single sentence that refused to leave her mind. “You’ve been married to Rita for six years… and you’ve only given me one grandchild.” The words replayed again in her mind. Her heartbeat slowed before racing painfully against her chest. Six years. She lowered her eyes to the untouched breakfast on her plate, but instead of seeing eggs and toast, she saw memories. Brian is canceling anniversaries because of “urgent meetings.” Brian refused to post photographs together because he valued privacy. Brian insisted that meeting his extended family could wait until business became less hectic. Brian disappeared for entire weekends with explanations that had sounded believable at the time. She had believed every single one. Now each memory returns with a different meanin