All Chapters of The CEO's Unloved Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Dean's focus shifted momentarily, and Kaitlyn seized the opportunity. With nimble fingers, she swiftly untied herself, feeling the tension in the ropes release.As Dean was about ready to plunge himself into her, he was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Sir! Open up! It's urgent!" a voice called from the other side.Dean, frustrated at the untimely interruption, sighed and moved away from Kaitlyn. He quickly put his pants back on, adjusted his disheveled appearance, and walked towards the door."What the hell is it?" Dean barked as he opened the door, revealing one of his men standing on the other side."Sorry to disturb you, Sir. There's an urgent matter that requires your attention," the man explained nervously, sensing the tension in the room.Dean, still frustrated by the interruption, shot a glance back at Kaitlyn before turning his attention to his subordinate. "Handle it, and make sure it's important," he ordered tersely.But the man insists and speaks up again, "Sir,

In a shocking turn of events, the nation was thrown into a state of disbelief as headlines blared across news outlets, proclaiming the fall of a once-invincible figure. Zeke Castellan, the influential tycoon and mastermind behind numerous clandestine operations, had been apprehended on charges ranging from corruption to illicit activities that had long eluded justice.The news anchors, with grave expressions, delivered the details of the simultaneous cases that had finally caught up with the powerful magnate. The charges included embezzlement, money laundering, and connections to organized crime, painting a picture of a man whose empire was built on a foundation of deceit.Reports highlighted the meticulous investigation that had unveiled the intricate web of Zeke's illegal dealings. Government agencies, working tirelessly behind the scenes, had gathered evidence that exposed the extent of his influence and the depth of his involvement in activities that had far-reaching consequences.

Dean, still appearing bewildered and attempting to grasp Maria's words, cast another glance at her."I really don't understand," Dean admitted honestly, shifting on his bed in an attempt to sit up.Maria, reluctant to articulate the painful truth directly, opened the drawer beside Dean's bed and retrieved a phone. "This is Jane's phone. She wanted you to have it. But before anything else, she wants you to listen to this," Maria said, navigating through the recordings on the phone that Jane had left behind.Dean clicks on the first video, and it begins playing. In the recording, Jane holds their newborn son, Daniel Delgado, in her arms. Her complexion appears pale, and she looks thinner."Hi daddy! My name is Daniel Delgado. I'm a healthy, beautiful baby boy... Mommy named me after you... But I couldn't have your last name since you weren't here when I was born," Jane says with a smile while breastfeeding her baby.Jane clears her throat and adjusts the phone to focus on her face. "Uhm

Dean stood in front of Jane's tombstone, his eyes fixed on the engraved letters that formed her name. The graveyard was silent, save for the gentle rustling of leaves overhead. A bouquet of fresh flowers rested against the cold stone.Dean's hand hesitated before touching the surface, as if afraid the connection would be too painful. Memories flooded his mind-their laughter, shared dreams, and the tumultuous journey that led them to this final resting place.Dean whispers softly with regret evident in his voice. "Jane... I never thought it would end like this."He traced the letters of her name with his fingertips, as if seeking a tangible connection to the woman he had loved and lost. The weight of regret and sorrow lingered in the air."I wish I could go back and change things. I wish I could undo the pain I caused you."The wind carried his words, as if conveying them to the spirit of the woman who had once been a part of his life. Dean's gaze shifted to the horizon, as if searchin

Scene 1:Eve paced around the living room, hands on her hips, a scowl on her face. Lucas cautiously approached her, unsure of what had triggered the sudden mood shift."What's wrong, honey?" he asked, trying to navigate the emotional minefield that was Eve's pregnancy hormones."Lucas, I'm craving pickles and ice cream, but we don't have any! How can you not know that I need pickles and ice cream right now?" Eve's tone fluctuated between frustration and exasperation.Lucas, scratching his head, ventured into the kitchen. "Okay, pickles and ice cream it is. I'll run to the store."Eve crossed her arms, pouting. "And don't forget the chocolate syrup!"Lucas returned with an armful of snacks, presenting them to Eve. "Got everything on the list, plus a few extra treats. Is there anything else you need, my pickle-and-ice-cream-craving queen?"Eve eyed the snacks and smirked. "You're not off the hook that easily, Lucas. Now, I also want a foot massage!"Lucas sighed but knelt down to massag