Novel & Cerita The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback

The Unwanted Wife has finally come to an end! ✧ To be honest, this wasn’t how I originally planned to finish the story. But somewhere along the way, my heart changed, and so did the ending. I know some of you may be surprised that the epilogue was written from Lucas’ point of view, but I chose to write it not to justify his actions, but simply to tell his side of the story. I genuinely felt like he deserved that. And truthfully, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night unless I shared his backstory, and that’s how the epilogue came to life.

"The one who willed you his company?" I nodded. "Yes, the very same. So, he was married to Petra for several god-awful years. Everyone except my uncle saw her for what she really was- a money-grubbing social and gold digger. My uncle was... blinded by love, I guess, at first. They got divorced, and the divorce settlement she got was a fortune. She left the country, and from what I gathered from the society papers she regularly features in, she has been touring the world, having the time of her life. And thrust, yesterday, I got a call from her. She told me that she was returning to the country, and then I knew that she wasn't done with the Donovan's yet." "But if she's returning to the count

she asked. He thought for a moment. “Only the time I wasted believing love was a risk instead of an investment.” She laughed quietly. “That sounds like you.” He kissed her temple. “And you?” he asked. She looked around the room, then back at him. “I don’t regret being unwanted,” she said. “Because it forced me to become undeniable.” He smiled slowly. “Good,” he replied. “Because I wouldn’t trade you for anything.” As they turned off the lights and climbed into bed, there were no dramatic declarations.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

Amber started, leaning forward with her chin on her hand, “you’re really back. After a decade of Tuscan sunsets and vineyard views. What finally dragged you home?” Irene stirred her cappuccino slowly. “Home is home,” she said simply. “The villa was beautiful, William was… complicated, but the divorce was clean. No children, no shared assets that mattered. I woke up one morning and realized I didn’t want another season of pretending I belonged in that world anymore. New York always felt more honest.” Amber nodded. “Honest is one word for it. Brutal is another. But I get it. Sometimes you need to come back to remember who you were before someone else’s life swallowed yours.”

But even that memory paled in comparison with the mysterious redhead who had walked into my life like a dream and vanished like morning mist. It has been one night of genuine pleasure in the dark. She had made me feel things... Love perhaps? But love seemed too foolish a word for a man like me. That woman, she had taken my heart and left me nothing. The intercom rang again and I unconsciously brought it to my ears without thinking. "Mr. Delacroix?" My assistant's voice interuppted, bringing me back to the present. "Your wife is on line one. Shall I put her on?"

and strange. He didn't respond to my comment, his gaze is fixed on something else. I scream when I follow his gaze. " you bastard" I push him and try to cover myself with my hands as much as I can. " what did I do to deserve to such profanities? Now am I not allowed to even look at you" His arm circled my waist, pulling me up. my heart leapt at the proximity. " I am afraid that one day you will forgot that I am your first husband." He scoffed

His grip was steady, no longer the iron shackle of a husband-by-contract, but the anchor of a partner. "Day one hundred and eighty," I whispered. "Not quite," Damien said, looking at the glowing burner phone in my hand. The screen flickered one last time. A message from an unknown number: *The Architect never builds a house she can't escape. See you in the Caymans, Queen.* I looked at the smoking ruins, then at the man I had married to survive. The Unwanted Bride was dead. The Harrington empire was ash. But the Vane legacy was just beginning.

ALEXANDER I never believed a person could crash back into your life simply by being in the same room. It sounds exaggerated in theory, but it turns out it’s real. I experienced it myself. Lorian. The woman I forced myself to erase years ago was now sitting face-to-face with Emily. The universe was mocking me. My first love the one I buried deeper than any wound—had returned, not as a ghost from my past, but as the woman my wife chose to carry our child.

More people looked at this mysterious heiress who had come out of nowhere to reclaim her inheritance with admiration and curiosity. But I could see through her performance. Underneath the polished exterior, she was still the same manipulative person who had destroyed my marriage and tried to take everything I cared about. I felt like I was going to vomit. "I need some fresh air," I whispered to Thomas, my voice barely audible over the continued celebration. "Now?" he asked, his brow furrowed with worry. He could see the color draining from my face. "Now." I didn't wait for his reply. I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the disapproving glances from those I bumped into as I made my way towar