All Chapters of THE CONTRACT WIFE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 21 – Lucas’s POV After being recharged from the hospital, I thanked Zara for taking care of. He acted like a through wife. In fact, I felt bad when I left home to meet Giselle. We just got home when I received Giselle’s message that she was coming home. Then, as soon as Giselle sent me her beautiful picture while boarding on a plane, I totally forgot that it was Zara who stayed with me lately. I was at the airport and eagerly waiting for Giselle’s arrival in Claybourne. I missed her so much and I couldn’t wait to spend the day with her again. In fact, I cleared my schedule of all pending appointments, meetings, and business luncheons to focus solely on her. As I saw her walking in my direction, my heart raced, and I immediately kissed her. I couldn’t contain my excitement and emotions as if I wanted to memorize every detail of her face. She was my dream girl ever since! There's something about her that messes with my system. But I quickly brushed it aside. Then, suddenly, Z

CHAPTER 23 – Zara’s POV I opened the door to be greeted by a mixture of alcohol and his cologne, suffocating the air around him. Lucas, being of mixed race, had a flushed complexion, most likely from drinking. Why was he drowning his sorrows in alcohol? Had he fought with Giselle? “Lucas? What do you need? It's late, and you haven't slept,” I told him, concerned. He stared at me intently before speaking in a serious tone. Though he wasn't stuttering, his words came slowly. “You know, it's all your fault,” he said, pointing his finger at me. I wasn't sure if he was angry or something else, but I felt a surge of guilt. What had I done this time? I should stay quiet and go to sleep! But guilt started creeping in; maybe I was the one at fault. After all, I had been the cause of so many issues between us. “What are you talking about? You're clearly drunk, Lucas. You better go back to Giselle or to your room and get some sleep.” If anyone is the liar here, it's him. As I turned to le

CHAPTER 25 – Zara’s POV I was overwhelmed with emotions, ranging from annoyance to indescribable happiness. After all, I was finally having a genuine conversation with the guy I had secretly admired for so long. In the past, our interactions were always filled with arguments and heated exchanges, so this normal conversation felt like a major achievement. However, my joy was short-lived when the topic of discussion shifted to Lucas and his relationship with Giselle. Bitterness replaced my momentary happiness, and I had to remind myself not to dwell on something that was no longer mine. It took all my strength to discuss our breakup as if it hadn't hurt me, when in reality, I was in a tremendous amount of pain. After our meal, Lucas left for the gym, leaving me with a pounding headache. I took a quick nap but woke up before three, eager to pick up my son from school. Arriving at the school, I noticed the familiar faces of nannies waiting for their young charges. This was a high-class

CHAPTER 27 – Zara’s POV Two days had passed since Antoinette gave birth, and we were excited to finally visit her at home. She had been discharged from the hospital and was now resting with her adorable baby boys. As we entered the room, Antoinette greeted us with her usual wit and humor. “Thank you for the fruit and the gift. But I hope it's cash! Haha,” Antoinette joked, making us all laugh. “Your sons are incredibly handsome, Antoinette. They must have inherited their good looks from their godfather, Nick,” I remarked, teasing Nick playfully. Antoinette immediately retaliated, defending her children. “Hey, my children don't look like assholes. And if they inherit anything from you, they might be as smart as you. I just don't know,” she joked, leaving us all amused. “Antoinette!” Nick blushed, scolding our friend for her comment. The personal nurses had already put the babies to sleep, allowing us to engage in lighthearted conversation. However, our pleasant moment was interrup

CHAPTER 29 – Zara’s POV I entered our room, where my son peacefully slept, his tear-stained face still visible. Forgiving Lucas for what he's done feels like an impossible task. The realization sinks in—it's too late now. Maybe there's some truth to the saying that when there's nothing left, our hearts simply give up. Tomorrow, I will start packing my belongings. I'm sorry, Lucas, but I can't bear to continue this anymore. I just want us to let go of each other. Guess who unexpectedly knocked on the door? Antoinette, wearing a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear. She held a paper bag, brimming with excitement as if she had just won the lottery or come up with a wild plan. Her trademark enthusiasm reminded me of all the crazy adventures we had during our college years. Thinking back to those moments when we experimented with alcohol, went to bars and parties, or took unconventional classes brings a smile to my face. It's nice to reminisce about the carefree days of our youth. N