All Chapters of Plus-Size Substitute Wife: 100 Days Before I Abandon Him: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41The polished porcelain floor of one of the most prestigious shopping centers in the heart of the city reflected the crystal lights hanging from the magnificent domed ceiling. The aroma of artisanal coffee mingled with the scent of expensive perfumes in the air, blending with the hum of footsteps from passing shoppers.Lyonna walked along the mall corridor with light steps that she deliberately made cheerful. In her right hand, two large shopping bags from renowned fashion boutiques swung gently, while in her left hand, she held a chunk of vanilla gelato coated in melted chocolate, which she immediately bit in half to ease the tightness still lodged in her chest.Ever since they got out of the car in the VIP parking basement earlier, Darren had allowed the woman to explore various luxury stores. The man walked several steps behind Lyonna, both hands tucked into his trouser pockets, keeping his distance while continuing to watch his wife’s every movement with an unreadable ga

Chapter 43The blue light from the phone screen continuously flashing in Darren’s hand cast a cold reflection across the dark eyes of the man. Viona’s name was clearly displayed there, blinking incessantly as though demanding certainty from a man who was supposed to be spending his day off with his legal wife. In the mall corridor, time suddenly seemed to slow down for the two of them.Lyonna stood directly in front of her husband. Her breath caught slightly, and the eyes that had been sparkling with cheerful brightness slowly dimmed, leaving behind a thin layer of tears that threatened to spill at any moment. She knew exactly who the name on the screen belonged to. The memory of the scene in the mansion’s library that afternoon—when the woman had risen onto her tiptoes and kissed her husband on the lips without being rejected—flashed through Lyonna’s mind again, twisting a familiar pain deep in her chest.However, instead of whining, screaming, or retreating in fear like a weak woman

Chapter 45The hour and minute hands of the antique clock on the wall of the Graham mansion's living room moved slowly, passing eleven at night amid a silence that felt almost deafening. The spacious, classically styled room was illuminated only by the dim glow of a crystal chandelier left at half brightness, casting long shadows that danced across the cold marble floor.On the long navy velvet sofa, Lyonna sat curled up with both knees drawn against her chest. The soft cotton bear-patterned pajamas she wore seemed incapable of keeping the cold that crept through her skin at bay. Her eyes, swollen and reddened from holding back tears for hours, remained fixed on the tightly closed main door of the mansion.Empty. There was no sound of a car engine entering the driveway. No firm footsteps echoed through the corridors as they usually did.The man had not come home.Anxiety mixed with burning anger churned violently inside Lyonna's chest. Her heart beat irregularly, pumping hot blood tha

Chapter 47Time passed silently, wearing away one day after another until exactly thirty days had passed since the hundred-day agreement began. There were still seventy days remaining on their contract, but for Lyonna, the past month had transformed into the most contradictory chapter of her life.Throughout those thirty days, Lyonna had truly chosen to immerse herself completely in the role of a real wife. She pushed far away the memory of that damned night video and the mysterious reddish mark on Darren’s neck that had shattered her heart a month ago. Moreover, a small stroke of luck had briefly favored her; Viona suddenly had to go abroad for two full weeks to handle an international boutique project in Paris. During that period, Darren’s focus was entirely on their household. The man often came home early, accompanied her during dinner, and even took Lyonna away for a few weekends together without any interruptions. Under the abundance of attention and luxury provided by the CEO,

Chapter 49The monotonous ringing of the phone continued endlessly in Darren’s ears, creating a rhythm of panic that repeatedly pounded against the walls of his mind. Inside his private study, which suddenly felt so cramped and suffocating, the CEO’s sturdy fingers gripped his expensive phone so tightly that his knuckles turned completely white.Beep... beep... beep...Once again, the cold-toned female operator’s voice greeted his call. Rejected. Or more precisely, completely ignored.Darren growled under his breath, his jaw clenching so tightly that the muscles in his cheeks twitched violently. His breathing quickened, fueling the anger mixed with a sense of refusal that surged toward his throat. The man slammed his phone onto the mahogany desk, creating a loud thud that shattered the silence of the room.“How dare she...” Darren hissed furiously, his eyes fixed sharply on the red folder containing the divorce petition lying before him. “Leaving just like that without my permission?