All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The car pulled up to the edge of the beach, and as soon as I stepped out, the scent of the ocean hit me—fresh, salty, and oddly calming. I glanced around, taking in the private beach stretching endlessly before us. The sand was so white it almost looked untouched, the kind of pristine that made you hesitant to leave a footprint. I’d seen beaches like this dozens of times, from the Amalfi Coast to private islands in the Maldives, but they never failed to leave me in awe.“Wow,” I murmured, unable to stop myself. Regan didn’t respond. He was too busy pulling his phone from his pocket, already distracted as the driver unloaded our bags from the trunk. The beach house stood a little further back. The house was striking—modern, minimalistic, and drenched in sunlight. Glass walls reflected the ocean, and the sleek wooden decks were accented with lush greenery. It was the kind of property that screamed exclusivity, even by my standards.The driver handed me my suitcase with a polite smile,

Soon after, I decided to step outside. Slipping into my favorite red dress—a flowy piece with delicate floral patterns that danced in the breeze—I felt lighter. The dress hugged me in all the right places. I let my hair fall loosely over my shoulders.Barefoot, I stepped onto the warm sand, Max trotting happily at my side. The beach stretched endlessly before me, the waves glimmering under the midday sun. I took my time, feeling the grainy texture of the sand beneath my feet, and the salty breeze brushing against my skin. Max wagged his tail enthusiastically, occasionally bounding ahead before circling back to me.After a while, I found a spot close to the water’s edge and sank down onto the sand, pulling my knees up to my chest. Max settled beside me, his golden fur shimmering like liquid sunlight. “You’re such a sweet boy, aren’t you?” I murmured, running my fingers through his soft fur. “I mean, look at you. You’re perfect. Too perfect to be hanging out with someone like me.” Max

His fingers brushed softly against my skin, trailing along my legs, igniting a fire that spread through my entire being. I let out a long, quiet sigh as his touch neared places that left me trembling, the anticipation unbearable. A gasp escaped me, my voice trembling as I murmured through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind, "Regan." I lost control when he gently trailed his nose up mine, his touch igniting a fire within me. His hands moved with such deliberate tenderness, removing my remaining clothes as though I were something precious. My head spun, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.A soft moan escaped my lips, reverberating in the quiet of the room, as his fingers glided over my skin, leaving a trail of warmth. The sensation sent shivers down my spine; each caress more electrifying than the last. His tongue traced along mine, the motion slow and deliberate, sending shockwaves through my body. My gasps filled the air, unrestrained and raw, as I felt the ache of desir

I watched him as his demeanor changed, the carefree expression on his face replaced with tension. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him glance at me hesitantly, his eyes filled with unease.“I… I need to leave,” he said, his voice tight.My stomach twisted with unease. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?”He remained silent.“Is it about Mom? Dad? What’s wrong? Tell me”Regan didn’t immediately respond. His gaze flickered to me, then quickly away, as if he didn’t want me to see the strain in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said the one word that shattered my heart.“No”The weight of Regan's words sank in, and my stomach twisted tighter with every passing second. I tried to process everything, but it felt like my mind couldn’t catch up with the emotions swirling inside me. The concern in his eyes, and the urgency in his voice, all pointed to something I couldn’t quite grasp, but I feared I already knew.I stepped closer, my heart hammering in my chest. “Is it……” My mind raced, hoping I

The road blurred before me, my vision a mix of tears and rain streaking down the windshield. I didn’t know where I was going, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to drive—to escape, to feel something other than the pain. I slammed my hands against the steering wheel, my fingers curling into the leather as I tried to steady my breath. “What the hell am I doing?”I was speeding, too fast for this kind of rain, too reckless in my desperate attempt to escape. The road in front of me was a blur, the rain so heavy I could hardly see past the windshield. The wipers swiped back and forth, but it didn’t help. Everything felt so... suffocating.“Why am I doing this?!” I muttered aloud, my voice shaking. “You’re being stupid, Anastasia!”The sound of the tires skidding on the wet pavement made my heart leap into my throat. I swerved, panic rising. I didn’t even know what I was doing.I tried to correct myself, but before I could even think, a flash of movement caught my eye.“Ahh!” I screamed, my