All Chapters of THE WIFE YOU LEFT: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AVERY’S POV:I never knew my body could tremble with this kind of pleasure—this raw, unfiltered ecstasy that shattered every wall I’d ever built. Every touch, every gasp was a revelation, unearthing desires so deep they left me breathless. Axel Blackwood was unlike any man I’d ever known. Chase had never touched me like this—his caresses had been clinical, detached, as if I were something to be tolerated. But Axel… Axel was a storm, a wildfire, a force that consumed me whole. I felt every ounce of past pain burn away in the heat of him, replaced by something weightless, intoxicating—something that made me feel free. My limbs still trembled from the aftermath, but my mind—miraculously sharp despite the wine—knew exactly where I was. In his arms. In his bed. And for the first time in forever, I didn’t feel broken. When I finally managed to prop myself up, I searched for him. Through the dim glow of the room, I found his silhouette—lounging in the corner, his body still bare, his

AXEL’S POV:Avery saw it. She saw the circle around my heart—something only I had ever been able to see. How the hell was that even possible? Who was she? I stared at her sleeping face, my mind running through every insane possibility. The mysterious woman’s words echoed in my head, but there was no Orion. No grand destiny. Only Avery. Finding out who she truly was—who her biological parents were—was my priority now. Maybe then, I’d get some goddamn answers. But none of that mattered at this moment. Right now, she was in my arms, tangled up in me like she belonged there. Avery’s head rested on my chest, her soft breaths fanning against my skin. I lay face forward, my arms wrapped tightly around her, my hand moving up and down her back in slow, absent strokes. I told myself I wasn’t getting attached, but the way my grip instinctively tightened every time she shifted said otherwise. I didn’t sleep a wink. Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want to. If I closed my e

AXEL’S POV:It had been two weeks. Two whole weeks of trying to exorcise her from my mind. I kept myself busy—hunting for the perfect virgin maid, tracking down the so-called Orion. I even went through five women who fit the description of the mystery girl that crazy woman had described, testing them in the only way that mattered to me. But none of them could get me off. No matter how tight they were, they weren’t her. And they sure as hell weren’t healing me either. In fact, it only got worse. I had convinced myself that my obsession was about control—about needing to reclaim whatever hold she had on me. But it wasn’t just that. It was the way she had changed. Avery was no longer the terrified woman I had brought into my world. She wasn’t cowering anymore, wasn’t swallowing her words just to avoid setting me off. She had learned to fight. Not just physically but in every way. She took care of Sea like she had been born to do it. She challenged me in training, standing her g

AXEL’S POV: Ryan’s request was clear as daylight now. The admiration, the silent nods, the stolen glances when he thought no one was watching—it had all been leading to this. Still, I never took it seriously. Ryan hated Avery down to his bones. Or at least, that’s what I thought. When did that change? And to the point where he wanted her as a damn birthday present? "Ryan, you’re not one to joke around, so I know you’re serious. Why do you want Avery?" His hands slid into his pockets as a smirk tugged at his lips. His entire posture shifted—light, almost boyish, like a kid about to confess to his first crush. I already knew what he was going to say, and I didn’t want to hear it. Keeping my expression blank, I tilted my head, my gaze cutting into him. "Ryan, ask for something else. I have a purpose for Avery. She’s out of reach." The smirk faded. "I figured you’d say that." His voice carried no disappointment, only a quiet determination. "But I know her main purpose is

AVERY'S POV:The heat cooled, but I could hear the unsaid "yet" floating between us. My fingers curled against his chest, gripping the fabric like it could steady me. I tried to ignore the pang in my chest, tried to pretend I didn’t feel the weight of the word he hadn’t said. I locked my expression down. He couldn’t know that I felt it. That I cared. Because I didn’t. This was temporary. We both knew it. Embrace it. Use it. Move on. “I guess it’s handy that I’m willing to wait until you’re done with me,” I murmured, forcing a lightness into my voice that I didn’t quite feel. It was the truth. I wanted more of him before he either killed me, sold me off, or let me go. Axel didn’t lose any of his intensity as he lifted his other hand, framing my face like I was something delicate. Like I mattered. I thought he would lower his mouth to mine, thought I’d finally get another taste of him, but he didn’t. “Avery, do you seriously want this?” His voice had softened, quieter this t