All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife: Revenge After Divorce : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

NOAHI stared disbelieving at the email on my phone. My eyes kept going back to the last line.... regret to inform you that you weren't selected for the contract...That baldheaded asshole of a mayor! After all the effort I had put into landing this contract, he threw me over for Damian. Yes. I was pretty sure it was Damian. Who else in this godforsaken city would dare to undermine me? Who else would challenge me and get away with it? To be sure, I decided to call one of my contacts at the city council to confirm who had been awarded the contract. Before I could dial his number, a notification popped up on my phone that said something about the city project. I tapped on it, and sure enough, there was a close-up picture of Damian, smiling his stupid, self-satisfied smile. Above his image was the headline 'BILLIONAIRE, DAMIAN DONOVAN LANDS CONTRACT TO BUILD BULLET TRAIN RAILWAY.'My fingers clenched around my phone as I struggled not to hurl it against the wall. Rage, as I had never k

AMELIA"We are almost done, madam. Would you like to see it now?""Of course."As I left my office, I gestured for the man to lead the way."Please, watch your step," he advised as we moved around the bakery.I was already doing so. I moved slowly, carefully stepping around the bits and pieces of paper, paint, glue, and tools littering some parts of the floor. Workers moved around the place, hard at work on the alterations I wanted. I nodded in satisfaction when I saw the wallpaper they had put up in the showroom. The place looked warmer and more inviting, exactly how I wanted it to be.I never imagined that Damian would buy me a bakery. I didn’t think he paid any attention to what I liked, but he surprised me. "Everything is perfect," I told the worker. "Oh, and... have you moved those equipment to the positions I want them placed?"He nodded. "Yes, they have been moved.""Excuse me, ma'am," the security guard murmured apologetically to me while sidestepping a man carrying a stepla

AMELIA My heart stuttered for a second as I smelled his perfume and felt the sheets slowly peel off me. "Damian," I whispered because we were in the dark, and it seemed only fitting to whisper in the dark. "How- when did you get in here?" My last word ended in a groan as I felt him plant a burning kiss on my back. I tried to turn, but his body was pressed against my back. "Sssh," he whispered. Damian swept the sheets onto the floor. His hands slid underneath my nightie. He wrapped one hand around my waist, and the other made its way to knead my breasts. He tugged on my nipples and rubbed them between his fingers. "Damian... please..." I moaned. "Hush now," Damian murmured, his lips close to my ear. This was torture: the constant mood swings, the attitude he gave me and the unsure feelings he planted in my head. Yet, I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to touch him, but his arm prevented me from moving an inch. And then suddenly, he flipped me over until I was lying

DAMIAN“I hate what you do to me,” the words kept replaying in my head repeatedly. But what hurt me the most was the look on her face when she said that. I didn’t want to hurt her. I didn’t. Leaning back in my chair, I stared and kept staring at one of the plaques that decorated the walls of my office. It had a considerable amount of words written on it, outlining a series of mottos people were supposed to live by, but what my eyes kept getting stuck on was the word 'admit'. That word called to me. I sighed. With every day that passed, I was beginning to admit to myself that I had never enjoyed sex as much as I did with Amelia. She was like a virus in my blood, some sort of drug that I couldn't get out of my system. Had I thought that having sex with her the second time would rid me of my craving for her? That was a laugh! In retrospect, I would say that going back for more had even worsened the situation. It would be liberating to have someone to talk about this to, someone who wo

AMELIA "You came here straight from the bakery?" Damian's quiet voice nearly made me jump off the couch in surprise. As I did every time I came home, I flopped down on the living room couch and began to massage my aching feet. Damian was never in sight when I returned. He specialized in always keeping out of my way except for the few occasions when we got thrown together, and he couldn't keep his hands off me. I had expected him, as usual, to be holed up in his room or his study, as he always was, so I didn't notice him sitting on one of the couches. He raised his brows when I did not answer and put away a book I suspected he had not been reading. He had the air of someone who wanted to get something off his chest. "Er- good evening, Damian," I answered, wondering why he was suddenly interested in where I had been. He inclined his head in response to my greeting and repeated his question. "Yes, I came straight from the bakery."He glanced at the clock. I followed the direction of