All Chapters of THE WIFE HE NEVER EXPECTED : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Damien’s POVI called the clinic as soon as morning came.Elena was still asleep when I stepped into the hallway. A nurse picked up on the second ring.“It’s not an emergency,” she said. “The doctor wants a repeat to confirm whether it was a temporary fluctuation.”“What does that mean in plain language?”“It means we need another sample before we can say more. Please bring her in today if possible.”I ended the call and stood there for a moment with the phone in my hand. Not an emergency. Still enough to put the fear back under my ribs.When I returned to the bedroom, Elena was awake.“Who was that?” she asked.“The clinic. They want another blood test today.”She pushed herself up slowly. “Why?”“One of the earlier values needs confirming. They said it isn’t urgent, but they don’t want us waiting.”She nodded, though her face had already changed. “Then we should go.”Elena’s POVI hated how fast my body tensed at medical words now.Not urgent should have comforted me. It didn’t. Af

Elena’s POVThe week started with a kiss at dawn.Damien was already dressed when I opened my eyes, tie half done, cologne fresh on his skin. He leaned over the bed and kissed me like he had timed it down to the minute.“I’ll try to be home before nine,” he said.“Try hard.”“I will.”He kissed my stomach next, quick and soft, then left before I could ask for five more minutes. The door clicked shut, and the penthouse returned to silence.Damien’s POVWork swallowed the whole morning.Meetings. Signatures. One call stacked on another. By noon my head ached, but I still blocked thirty minutes and had lunch sent up to the office for two.Elena arrived looking bright against all the glass and gray.“You actually meant lunch,” she said as she walked in.“I said I would try.”“You’re lucky I like being surprised.”We ate on the small couch in my office while the city moved below us. She told me about a movie she watched. I told her about a client who talked too much. For a short stretch, i

Chapter 96Elena’s POVI started keeping dinner warm without telling him.Not because he asked me to. Because the alternative was eating alone at seven and watching the door like a stranger in my own home. So Maria helped me plate everything late, and I waited.Some nights he walked in at nine. Some nights closer to eleven. Every night with the same tired apology already on his mouth before he even kissed me.“I know,” he would say. “I’m late again.”And every night I said, “Just come and eat.”Because I still loved him. Because he still looked at me like I mattered. Because distance, I told myself, was not the same as neglect if a man was drowning in work and still coming home to me.Damien’s POVI hated the version of myself that kept walking through that door exhausted.Elena never met me with drama. That almost made it worse. She would take my jacket, warm my plate, ask about my day in a soft voice, and listen even when my answers were short.One night she rubbed my shoulders whil

Elena’s POVI came back earlier than I said I would.All through the drive from Lila’s place, I kept turning the same words over in my mind. Soft words. Honest words. I missed him. I needed more time with him. I did not want another night of loving a man who only returned to me after the day had taken everything else first.I was not going home to fight. I was going home to talk.That was what I believed when the car stopped in front of the building.The compound was quiet enough for me to hear my own steps.When I opened the doors, I walked in with that intention still intact.“Damien?”Nothing.I waited a second and said his name again, a little louder.Still nothing.But he was home. His keys were on the side table. His shoes were near the wall, one tipped over like he had kicked them off in a hurry. His jacket was on the dining chair. The living room lamp was on, throwing a warm pool of light across the floor.I set my bag down and removed my shoes.For a moment, the house felt no

Elena’s POVBy the time the Uber stopped in front of Lila’s house, my face was already wet.I had tried to hold it in through the drive but I failed.When the driver said we had arrived, I could barely say thank you.Lila opened the door before I knocked twice.One look at me and the easy expression left her face. “Elena?”I walked into her arms and broke.The bag slid from my shoulder to the floor. My breath came out in ugly pieces. Lila held me tightly in the doorway, one hand on the back of my head, saying nothing until I could stand properly again.“Come inside,” she said.She shut the door, guided me to the sofa, and knelt in front of me. “What happened?”I wiped my face with shaking fingers. “I went home.”“Okay.”“I wanted to talk to him. About the distance. About missing him.” My throat closed. “There was a woman in our bedroom.”Lila went completely still. “What?”“On our bed. Kissing him. He was in a towel. Fresh from the shower.”For a second, Lila just stared at me. Then h