All Chapters of The CEO's Unloved Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Days and weeks passed in the relentless search for Kaitlyn, yet she remained elusive as if she had vanished from the face of the earth. Each clue led to another dead end, leaving Dean and Carlo, the private investigator, frustrated and at a loss. Carlo, a friend and investigator, scratched his head in bewilderment, contemplating the seemingly well-planned disappearance. His searches yielded no results, and the absence of any trace suggested someone covering Kaitlyn's tracks. He leaned against the gate of the Ashenwood's sold mansion, watching the caretaker and gardener diligently tending to the property. With crossed arms, he pondered deeply. Attempts to gather information from the caretaker and gardener proved futile. They appeared honest, their words consistent with no slips of the tongue.Carlo sighed in surrender, ready to convey the disheartening news to Dean. As he reached for his phone, intending to share the grim reality, a tall figure appeared on the scene. The woman called

Noticing Kyle's friendly restraint, Kaitlyn appreciates the unspoken consideration. As they step outside, the fresh air seems to invigorate their conversation."You know," Kyle starts, "there's something about you that feels familiar, like a comforting nostalgia. I hope I didn't overstep by offering help."Kaitlyn smiles, "Not at all. It's appreciated. And I must say, your willingness to help is quite refreshing."Kyle laughs, "Well, it's just how I was brought up. In our culture, extending a hand to someone in need is second nature. Seeing you navigate those stairs with a baby on the way, I couldn't resist."Amused by Kyle's openness, Kaitlyn laughs, "Your cultural values are admirable. It's rare to find that kind of warmth these days."Kyle grins, "Thanks, Kaitlyn. I believe a little kindness goes a long way. Now, speaking of things, how about a little curiosity? Ask me anything."With a playful glint in her eye, Kaitlyn responds, "Alright then, how old are you?"Kyle chuckles, "Ah,

After expressing gratitude to McGuain for the photograph, Dean, now in a sober state, makes his way to their former shared house.Upon entering, he sinks into the bed, delicately unveiling the photograph. His eyes fixate on Kaitlyn standing by the seashore, bathed in the hues of a sunset, smiling as she gently caresses her baby bump. It's a moment frozen in time, distant yet intimate.Dean's fingers linger on the image, tracing the contours of the captured happiness. "You look genuinely happy, Kaitlyn," he murmurs, his voice a hushed reflection of his emotions. "I wish I could have shared that moment with you, embraced the serenity of the sea breeze, and felt the anticipation of our child together."As he talks to the photograph, a floodgate of emotions opens. "I didn't realize what we had until it slipped away. I initiated the divorce, thinking it was the right choice, but seeing you like this makes me question everything."The room absorbs his whispered confessions, a sacred space f

As Kyle realizes his own words, he silently thanks the stars that Kaitlyn didn't hear him, fearing she might think he's a creep with ulterior motives.Kaitlyn, busy savoring her slice of pizza, steals a glance at Kyle, inviting him to join her. At that moment, Kyle captures the cutest photo of her.Kyle, suppressing laughter, reviews the stolen shot on his camera. "You look like a pregnant squirrel in this photo," he chuckles.Kaitlyn, unaware of the captured moment, raises an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"Kyle bursts into laughter, unable to contain himself. Kaitlyn, now intrigued, asks, "What? What? Whaaaaaat?" confusion evident in her voice.Kyle, still chuckling, shows Kaitlyn the photo on his camera. "Look at this! You, my friend, are the cutest pregnant squirrel ever."Kaitlyn, seeing the photo, bursts into laughter herself. "Oh my gosh, is that me? I look ridiculous!"Kyle, wiping away a tear of laughter, nods. "It's the pizza happiness. Pure joy!"Kaitlyn, amused, tak

Carlo immerses himself in the investigation, determined to uncover Kaitlyn's whereabouts. Dean's reliance on him adds pressure to find crucial clues in the search.Mia hands over a steaming cup of coffee, her eyes reflecting concern. "How's the investigation going? Any leads on where she might be, love?" she inquires, settling onto his lap.Carlo accepts the coffee, savoring the warmth as he replies, "It's been intense. They're counting on me. Still working through it, though."Mia's fingers gently run through his hair, a comforting gesture. "I made your favorite coffee. Take a break and tell me what's going on, love."He appreciates the effort, taking a thoughtful sip. "Following some leads, but it's tough. She seems to have vanished without a trace."Empathy tightens Mia's expression. "I hate seeing you like this. We'll find her. What's the plan now, love?"He sighs, staring into the coffee. "Putting together pieces. Need to revisit some places. Your support means everything."Mia l