บททั้งหมดของ The Unwanted Wife: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

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The meal was silent and tasteless. She wasn’t even sure if she was full or just forcing herself to eat. Once she finished, she cleaned up, then returned to the living room to continue her lesson plans. But no matter how much she tried to concentrate, her mind kept drifting back to Lucas. Three years. Three long years since she and Lucas got married. And in all those years, nothing had changed. No, that wasn’t true. Things had changed. They had gotten worse. Their marriage was an empty shell—two people bound by paper, living under the same roof but in entirely different worlds. It was a cruel joke—a one-sided love story where she was the only fool still clinging to hope. Lucas had never treated her right. He never raised a hand against her, but his coldness was a different kind of torment. His words, his actions—everything was designed to push her away, to break her. And he had succeeded, countless times. And yet, she stayed. Why? Was it love? Or just an unhealthy obsession?

Lara forced a smile. “Enough, Ali. We’re fine, really. He’s just busy with work, so we don’t see each other much.” Ali scoffed. “Work? That’s the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard. Do you hear yourself? Look at you—you’re gorgeous, you’re kind, and you’re literally the perfect wife. Meanwhile, he’s out there being an emotionally constipated jerk. Seriously, what’s so special about him? If I were you, I’d find myself a lover. That would teach him a lesson.” Lara shot her a pointed look. “That’s never going to happen. You know how much I love Lucas.” Ali groaned dramatically. “God, you’re hopeless. You’re so in love with a walking red flag!” Lara stifled a laugh. “You sound more bitter than I do. You don’t even have a boyfriend.” She shrugged. “That’s because men are trash. It’s like they have collectively decided to be terrible. Even the ugly ones cheat! The audacity!” Before Ali could rant further, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and scowled. “Ugh, it’s my manager,

As soon as the call ended, Lara let out a deep sigh and placed her phone on the counter.That conversation had been exhausting.She loved her mother, but talking about her marriage always left her feeling suffocated. The guilt of lying to them weighed heavily on her chest. It was one of the reasons she rarely visited home. Her parents, especially her Mom, always expected Lucas to come along, and she knew he never would.And now, she had to find a way to convince her emotionally distant husband to visit her family this weekend.Ugh. What a mess.Shoving her phone back into her pocket, she turned her attention back to the laundry. The washing machine had finished, so she moved the clothes to the dryer. Once they were dry, she placed them into a laundry basket and made her way to Lucas’s room. She rarely entered his space, but since she had already done the laundry, she figured she might as well put his clothes away. Lucas’s room was spotless, just as she expected. Everything was neat

Lara froze.“Don’t go…”Lucas’s voice was slurred, barely above a whisper, but it sent a jolt through her body.Her heart pounded as she turned back to face him. His grip on her wrist was weak yet desperate, his half-lidded eyes searching for something—someone.“Don’t go…” he murmured again, voice thick with emotion. “Please… don’t leave me.”Lara’s breath hitched.What is this? What’s happening?Her pulse raced. For so long, she had longed to hear those words from him—to hear him ask her to stay. And now, he was finally saying them.Her chest tightened, a fragile hope blooming within her.She immediately knelt in front of him, her hands shaking as she reached for his. “Lucas,” she whispered, her voice breaking.His eyes fluttered open slightly, and his fingers brushed against her cheek. The gentleness of his touch sent shivers down her spine.“I won’t leave,” she promised, tears welling in her eyes. “I’m here.”Lucas let out a shaky breath. His grip on her hand tightened.“I can’t li