Todos los capítulos de FOREVER HIS WIFE, NEVER HIS LOVE: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

She wore his ring. It sat heavy and cold on her finger, gleaming in the soft lamplight like a silent witness to everything she had bargained for and everything she had lost. She carried his name — Evelyn Blackwood — a title that sounded like a fairy tale to the outside world, but felt more like a beautiful cage than a blessing to her heart. She shared his home — a sprawling mansion perched on a quiet hilltop, filled with expensive furniture, priceless paintings, and polished marble floors that echoed with every lonely step she took. But she never had his heart.It was nearly midnight when Evelyn heard the front door open. The familiar sound sent a quiet pang through her chest — that bittersweet mixture of hope and heartbreak that she had grown all too accustomed to over the last year. She smoothed her hands over her dress, took a steadying breath, and turned toward the doorway.Adrian walked in, his suit jacket draped over one arm, his tie loosened, his expression tired and distant. H

The days settled into a quiet, painful rhythm after that afternoon in the west wing. Adrian was colder, if that was even possible. He spoke only when necessary — brief instructions, polite acknowledgments, nothing more. Every glance he gave her felt guarded, every word carefully measured, as if he was afraid that being even slightly kind might give her the wrong idea. Evelyn respected his boundaries, but she couldn't help feeling as though she had been banished not just from that room, but from any small corner of his life she might have occupied.One rainy Tuesday, Evelyn found herself sitting alone in the living room again, watching the gray sky darken toward evening. She had prepared dinner — simple dishes, nothing extravagant — and set the table for two, then sat there for nearly an hour, listening to the clock tick away the minutes. When Adrian finally came home, he didn't even glance at the dining area. He walked straight to the staircase, his briefcase in hand, his shoulders te

Silence stretched between them, long and heavy, broken only by the faint sound of the wind sweeping through the garden below. Adrian looked at her — really looked at her — and for a moment, Evelyn saw something in his eyes that went beyond frustration or guilt. It looked remarkably like fear."I don't know what I want," he admitted quietly, his voice rough, as if the words were painful to say out loud. "Isabella was my past. A past I thought I had lost forever. But when she walked back into my life, everything I had carefully built came crashing down. I married you because it was the sensible thing to do. Because you were kind, steady, and made sense on paper. I never meant to hurt you, Evelyn. I just didn't know how to be happy myself, so I had no idea how to make you happy either."Evelyn wrapped her arms around herself, his words both freeing and heartbreaking. It was the most honest thing he had ever said to her, and it hurt more than all his coldness combined."I didn't marry you

The drive to her sister’s house felt strangely quiet. No elegant leather seats, no polished wood, no sweeping view of the city lights — just the steady hum of an old car, the rhythm of tires on pavement, and the golden glow of the late afternoon sun filtering through the windshield. Evelyn watched the familiar streets pass by, and for the first time in a long time, her chest felt lighter. Not because it didn’t hurt — it ached more than anything — but because she was finally moving forward, even if she didn’t yet know exactly where she was going.She pulled up to a small, warm-looking house with a garden bursting with bright flowers. Before she could even open the car door, the front door flew open, and a woman with warm, familiar eyes rushed out.“Evelyn!”Lena pulled her into a tight embrace, and Evelyn felt her throat tighten. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed this — someone who didn’t care about her name, her title, or what she could give them. Just her.“Come inside,” Le

Saturday afternoon arrived soft and golden, the kind of day that felt like a gentle breath after holding one’s breath for a very long time. Evelyn stood before the mirror, smoothing her dress, pausing to ask herself why she felt so nervous. This wasn’t a date. She reminded herself firmly of that. It was simply a walk. Two people, some fresh air, nothing more. And yet her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her shawl.When she stepped outside, Adrian was already there — leaning casually against the gatepost, dressed simply in a soft gray sweater and dark trousers. No expensive suit, no watch that gleamed too brightly, no polished shoes that looked out of place on a sidewalk. Just Adrian. His hair caught the sunlight, and when he saw her, he straightened up slowly, a quiet, tentative smile touching his lips.“You look beautiful,” he said simply. No grand flourish. No overstatement. Just a quiet observation, offered respectfully, as if he knew better than to assume those words mea