All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

When I woke up, the room was bathed in the glow of fluorescent lights, casting an unnatural sheen over the sterile white walls. Everything felt heavy—my limbs like lead, my chest as if a boulder rested on it, and even my eyelids, which fought against the simple act of opening. The steady, rhythmic beeping of the monitor beside me was oddly soothing, grounding me in a place I wasn’t yet ready to fully acknowledge. I blinked, the harsh light stinging my eyes as I tried to adjust. My surroundings were unfamiliar, cold, and impersonal, with the faint smell of antiseptic lingering in the air. The scratchy blanket draped over me was barely warm, and a dull ache coursed through my body. Slowly, the realization began to settle. I was in a hospital. The sterile room and its cold silence felt suffocating. Alone. No father. No brothers. No Regan. Just me and the persistent hum of machines monitoring my fragile state. A pang of loneliness shot through me as I tried to piece together how I’d en

“There’s… something else,” she murmured, squeezing my hand just a little tighter.I frowned, my heart skipping a beat. “What?” The wariness in my voice was undeniable. A hundred possibilities ran through my mind, twisting my stomach into knots.Sheila hesitated as if weighing whether she should say it now or not. Then, with a playful smirk, she shook her head. “Not yet”I narrowed my eyes. “Sheila.”She laughed softly, leaning back in her chair. “Nope. Not telling you yet. I want to do this properly. You deserve a little excitement after all the crap you’ve been through.” “I don’t think I can handle any more bad news”“I know,” she said, grinning. “But trust me, it’ll be worth it. Just wait until this afternoon.”Suspense curled inside me. Sheila wasn’t one to hold back important information, so for her to tease me like this meant whatever it was… it had to be big. I was about to demand more when the door suddenly opened, and a familiar voice rang out.“Anastasia…”I turned toward th

The world around me seemed to slow down. My hands clenched around the ultrasound, my gaze glued to it, as if afraid that looking away would make it disappear. I opened my mouth, but no words came out—just a sharp intake of breath, my throat tightening with emotion.“I—” My voice cracked.Sheila plopped down onto the chair beside me, an uncharacteristically wide grin on her face. “Surprise!”A strangled laugh escaped me, half-disbelieving, half-overwhelmed. “I-is this real?” I whispered.“As real as it gets.” She nudged me gently. “I found out after your accident. But with everything that happened, I wanted to tell you when you were strong enough.”I placed a hand over my stomach, my mind racing.A baby. My baby.The thought sent another wave of emotions crashing over me—fear, happiness, uncertainty. But above all… love. A deep, unfamiliar kind of love.Sheila let out a playful groan, reaching over to swipe at my tears with her sleeve, shaking her head dramatically. “Oh, come on, don’t

The morning sun painted the hospital room in soft golden hues, casting long shadows against the sterile white walls. I sat on the bed, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the blanket with my fingers, waiting—waiting for something I wasn’t even sure would come. Then, a knock came. Soft yet firm. I straightened. “Come in.” The door creaked open, and there he was. My grandfather. The man who had always been the pillar of our family, the unshakable force that held everything together. But today, he looked… tired. The sharpness in his gaze, the one that had always been filled with quiet authority, was dimmed by something deeper. His movements were slower. For the first time in years, I saw guilt in his eyes. He stepped inside, closing the door with deliberate care. He didn’t speak at first, only observing me as if taking in the damage that had been done. Then, without hesitation, he sat beside me and reached for my hand. His fingers, once strong and commanding, now trembled slightly

A week had passed since the accident. Since everything had fallen apart.Physically, I was fine—fully recovered, as my doctors had confirmed. But my family still insisted I stay in the hospital a little longer. They hovered, worried and protective as if I was made of glass. A part of me understood. They had lost me once before, and maybe now, they were terrified it would happen again.But no one knew the real reason I was taking extra care of myself. No one except Sheila and my OB-GYN.My pregnancy remained a secret.Since the moment I found out, I had done everything to follow the list of guidelines Sheila and my doctor had given me. I ate healthy, rested properly, and stayed away from stress as much as I could. My brothers and grandfather visited me daily, showering me with attention and concern. It felt strange—having them here, showing they cared—after years of distance. And my father? He never came.I had also noticed something else. At times, when I was half asleep, a faint but