Todos los capítulos de The CEO’s Wife Was Never Ordinary: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

When she'd been dating Ryan, Joy had dreaded meeting his parents, terrified they'd judge her for where she came from.They never did.His mother used to say, all the time, "Claire's too thin, she needs to eat more."Every weekend, the meal box the family's staff delivered would be packed with her favorite shredded chicken and stew.One of the only times an older generation ever made her feel wanted."I got scammed," Zoe sighed on the other end of the line."Ryan's dad got talked into investing in some overseas vineyard, and it was a black hole from the start. Lost everything. They sold the house, mortgaged the vineyard, and now creditors are camped outside their door daily.""That's... that's awful" Joy's eyes went red instantly, her throat tightening."It's worse than that." Zoe's voice shook. "They had a massive life insurance policy. Once they realized they couldn't cover the debt or pay their own workers, the two of them decided... together. They jumped. Traded their lives for the

"What?" Ryan blinked, caught off guard."I'll sell the wine for you. I take thirty percent of the profit the other seventy's yours. Enough to start over."Hope flickered across Ryan's face, then died just as fast.He shook his head. "It won't work. I've called every one of my dad's old contacts, even the ones who used to practically beg for our business. The second they hear it's me, they hang up."Joy cut him off. "I have my own way to move it. All you need to do is nod. Shipping, buyers none of that's your problem.""If you're in, sign now."Ryan stared at her, then back at the stacked cases of wine."Okay."Once the paperwork was signed, Joy loaded a case of sample bottles into her trunk.On the drive back to the city.Zoe held her tongue as long as she could before finally breaking."Joy, are you seriously doing this? Ten million dollars of inventory, not some corner-store snack. And the wine market right now""Helping him helps me too." Joy's grip tightened on the wheel."You kno

That afternoon, at the coffee shop below the shared office space.Joy and Ryan sat across from each other, going through the books."Thirty-two cases shipped by three o'clock."Ryan sighed, scanning the numbers. "I started deliveries last night mostly gated communities and private clubs. Joy, how do you even know this many wealthy people?""I don't." Joy didn't look up, fingers flying across the calculator. "I'm just borrowing my boss's connections."A few strands of hair slipped loose, falling across her face.Focused on the numbers, she didn't notice.Ryan stared at her profile, quiet and intent, and almost without thinking reached out to tuck the loose strand behind her ear.Just as his fingers brushed close, Joy flinched back like a startled cat, dodging the touch entirely.Ryan's hand hung there, frozen.Joy tucked the hair back herself, smoothly, expression unreadable, and went back to the ledger."Total revenue: one point five million, three hundred and thirty-six thousand. You

Nathaniel's mouth twitched into something unreadable, half a sneer.His dark eyes stayed fixed on her face for a long moment, like he was trying to see straight through the act.Just as Joy's palms started to sweat, he looked away, turned, and walked out.The door clicked shut behind him.Joy's shoulders dropped all at once, tension draining out in a long breath.She pulled the blanket back up, only her face peeking out.That was too close. Way too close.Nathaniel walked into the living room and stopped short.A silver lighter sat on the coffee table.He picked it up, rubbed his thumb over it.Sure enough the hinge loose, the casing warped, a visible dent along one side.It really had fallen.He studied it, expressionless, and tossed it aside without a second thought.Clang.It landed square in the trash bin.Ever since that night, Ryan's phone had gone completely silent not a single order coming through.Joy already knew what that meant. She went to the shared office to cancel her l

Joy asked, calm. "Why apologize?"Ryan scrubbed a hand over his face, voice thick. "I really wanted to give you a good life."Joy picked up her bag and stood."I'm married. And I'm happy."She looked down at him, flat. "I hope you find that for yourself too. I'm going."Ryan had barely gotten to his feet when he swayed and dropped back into the chair.He clutched his head, knuckles white against his temples, groaning in pain."What's wrong?" Joy's guard shot up instantly."My head it's splitting!" Ryan gritted his teeth, face contorted.Joy reached for her phone. "I'm calling an ambulance.""No!" He grabbed her hand, breath shallow. "No time the flight won't wait, and Grandma's already at the airport."He looked up at her, sweat beading his forehead, eyes pleading."Old migraine problem. I've got medication upstairs, it'll help."Joy hesitated. He pushed further."Joy, please help me back to my room to grab it. I can barely stand right now."She studied him for a beat. "You're sure yo