บททั้งหมดของ The Unwanted Wife: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

“I knew she’d say something like that,” Alex suddenly blurted out.I turned to him. “Huh? Say what?”“The ‘good word’ part,”“Oh,” I mumbled, averting my gaze.  Deciding it best to ignore his comment, I offered a weak smile.  “Anyway, thank you for helping me last night.”He crossed his arms, leaning back against the cushions, a grin spreading across his face.  “Hmm… can you remember everything that happened?”“Uh, yes, of course,” shit. I responded a touch too fast.“Really?” He leaned forward, his gaze turning serious. “Then tell me, what happened in Skyview Heights?  Did you see your husband punch…?” My heart stuttered in my chest. “He did what?!”A burst of laughter erupted from him, the sound echoing through the room.  I rolled my eyes as I realized I’d fallen for his trap.“You don’t remember,”Cheeks burning hot, I cleared my throat. “Well, um, honestly, yes. I… I don’t rememb

I busied myself in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and stirring pots. Cooking had always been a way to distract myself, and tonight was no different. As I set the table, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of loneliness. But I pushed it aside, focusing on making everything perfect.As I carefully arranged the roasted chicken on the platter, the front door creaked open, a sound so rare it made me jump. Regan stood there, framed by the evening light, looking more surprised than I felt. My heart skipped a beat. It was the first time he had come home this early in a long while."Regan?" I said, trying to keep the shock out of my voice. "You're home."He offered a curt nod, his gaze going to the laden table. "What's for dinner?" The question felt so foreign after so many evenings of empty chairs and silent meals. It was the first time he had shown interest in having dinner with me."Oh! I, uh, made roasted chicken with vegetables and mashed potatoes

Anastasia’s POVI can feel Regan’s fingers inside of me. With his fingers firmly lodged in my pussy. Just from two of his big digits, I am stretched this far.Knowing it’s about to happen, I say, “I’m going to come.”He groans as he pushes them harder and faster, “God, so fucking tight.”And that’s it; that’s when I come. I groaned incoherently as I let forth my orgasm. My body was vibrating with pleasure, and I was panting and dizzy. With a long, leisurely lick of his tongue, he gently kissed the inside of my thigh. He took a sharp breath, then withdrew and lifted his hand. He maintained my gaze on him as he brought his finger to his lips, never letting go as he sucked them completely, causing my eyes to widen and my mouth to part even more.I was unable to look away after he had finished cleaning them. With his head slightly leaned back, his eyes closed, and his lips parted, he appeared incredibly strong. I felt all of his hardne

I moved to the empty chair, across from my father, keeping my expression neutral. The weight of their stares bore down on me, but I refused to show any sign of weakness. As I sat, I could feel the anger rising against my calm exterior, especially as I looked at Marianne. The woman who had wormed her way into our family, who now sat in my mother’s place, pretending to be the matriarch. "Let's get this over with. I know you don't particularly want me here, and the feelings are mutual. So, tell me, what's this charade all about?" My father remained impassive for a moment, the silence stretching into an eternity. Then, he pulled out a stack of photographs. He slammed them down on the table, the sound echoing through the opulent room like a gunshot. "Explain these" I glanced down, my heart dropping as I recognized the images. They were of me and Alex under the bridge, the day when I broke down after seeing Regan and Zarina. My jaw tense but I maintain my face neutral despite the intense

The scent of garlic and herbs slapped me in the face as we pulled up to the restaurant. Le Grand Bistro, a fancy Italian place my family frequented for special occasions. My stomach clenched, not from hunger, but from nervousness.Following my grandfather, I plastered a smile on my face as the restaurant guard greeted us. "Good day, Mr. Alonso," Then, his gaze shifted to me. "And Ms. Anastasia.""Hi," I mumbled, the smile feeling strained.The hostess led us towards a secluded area curtained off from the main dining room. My heart hammered against my chest as she pushed open the heavy velvet drapes, revealing a private room.There, seated at the center of a large table was Regan dressed impeccably in a sharp suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean physique, which appeared to be the picture of composure. Surprise crossed his features as his mesmerizing green eyes met mine. Was it just my imagination, or did I detect a hint of... concern