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บททั้งหมดของ The CEO'S Dead Wife: A Marriage Made In Hell!: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

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Chapter 1

ABIGAIL“Help!”The word scraped my throat as I held my stomach. My knees buckled beneath me as pain ripped through my abdomen. The pain was almost unbearable as the world tilted, and I felt the floor meeting my cheek, my breath caught in my chest. My sweaty palms pressed against the cold marble tiles. I could barely breathe, every nerve in my stomach twisting like a thousand knives digging into me.Before I could even try to cry out again, a voice cut through the fog of pain.“Get up this instant, you shameless woman! Don’t you dare stain my precious floor!”I flinched at the words. My mother-in-law’s heels clicked angrily against the tiles as she advanced toward me, her perfume heavy, her disgust even heavier.“This floor costs more than you and your entire miserable family put together,” she sneered, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. “You can’t even do the one thing women are supposed to do, yet you lie there acting like some helpless thing. Pathetic!”Her words were hurtf
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Chapter 2

Abigail'S POVI let out a shaky laugh that sounded nothing like me. “This is ridiculous.” Alexander couldn’t want a divorce. I hadn’t done anything. I’d never cheated, never disobeyed, never even raised my voice at him. For three years, I’d been his silent, loyal, desperate wife. I’d endured everything. He was the one who hurt me. Not the other way around.There must be an explanation for all of this, I thought to myself as I stormed into his bedroom, my pulse hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The pregnancy test report was crumpled in my sweaty palm. But the moment I stepped into the living room, the air turned razor-sharp.“Alexander, you’re thirty-three,” My mother-in-law's voice came from Alex's inner office. “Three years of marriage and no child to show for it. I mean the initial plan was for her to give birth and then file for a divorce, but now that the divorce is already here maybe you could consider a surrogate. Any child with Whitford blood will do.”I froze
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Chapter 3

Alexander's POVI was angry.Angry and frustrated; in fact, I felt down right enraged.There was no reason for my mood and I knew that so well. If anything, I should be feeling so pleased as hell; after all, I had gotten what I wanted, and I'd wanted Abigail out of my life for a long time. I never wanted her, never chose her! It has always been Sophia.The glass shattered against the floor before I even realized I’d thrown it.Brandy splattered across the carpet, mixing with the remains of the broken picture frame and shards of glass.I sank onto the couch, the half-empty bottle of brandy still clutched in my hand. The fire from it stung my throat as I took another gulp, the burn not nearly enough to drown the gnawing ache in my chest.My gaze fell to the coffee table where the divorce papers lay with her signature bold at the bottom of the page. Still, I didn’t reach for my pen right away. I just sat there, the tick of the clock growing louder, my pulse throbbing behind my eyes.“Si
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Chapter 4

Abigail's POV I thought I was dead.Truly, utterly, completely dead.The moment my eyes fluttered open, I half-expected to see angels, or maybe demons, depending on how my life had turned out. But instead of clouds or fire, I was staring at a blinding white ceiling, the hum of a machine filling the air beside me. My chest rose and fell slowly, unsteady, and painfully.Pain.I could feel pain.That didn’t make sense. Dead people weren’t supposed to feel pain, right?I blinked twice, then again, my vision swimming before the brightness sharpened into clarity. I tried to sit up, but the sharp, searing ache in my leg stopped me. My breath caught, and I sank back down, staring at my trembling hands.They were bandaged. My right wrist had an IV drip. My lips were cracked. Everything hurts.A voice came from somewhere nearby and made me flinch.“Can you hear me?”My eyes darted toward the sound. A man in a white coat stood beside me, holding a clipboard, his gaze calm but concerned. I jerke
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Chapter 5

RICHARDSON'S POVI must have misheard her.I had to have misheard her.The alley was dark, the rainwater still dripping from the metal pipes above, and the dim yellow light from the loading bay barely touched her face. Maybe the night distorted her words. Maybe exhaustion was playing tricks on me.But when I stepped closer, her eyes lifted to mine without a single flinch.“What did you just say?” I asked, my voice low, rougher than usual. I needed to be sure. I needed to hear it again.She swallowed, her fingers coming together nervously, but she didn’t back away.“I said…” She took a breath. “I will be your wife. For a year.”Behind me, Moretti let out a sharp exhale.“What the hell?” he muttered under his breath.I ignored him. My gaze stayed fixed on her.She looked a mess, she was thin, clothes worn to threads, hair tangled, cheeks hollow from God knows how long without proper food. She looked… lost. Desperate. But there was something else in her eyes too.Desperation and determin
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Chapter 6

ABIGAIL'S POV The first thing I felt was cold metal against my spine.Then hands pulling at the silk fabric around my waist.“Hold still, Mrs. Hendrix,” one of the maids murmured as she tightened the corset. “We need you perfect. The Don doesn’t like imperfection.”Mrs. Hendrix.I still wasn’t used to the name. It felt foreign, borrowed. Like a costume I was only pretending to wear.Another maid stood behind me, brushing my hair through with long strokes.“You’re so lucky,” she said breathlessly. “Do you know how many women would die to be where you are?”Lucky?I nearly laughed. If only she knew.The first maid nodded eagerly as she applied powder along my collarbone.“Don Richardson never keeps a woman,” she continued. “Not for more than a month. Some as short as a week. And now look at you, his wife.”I swallowed hard.I hadn’t realized my hands were shaking until she reached out and squeezed one.“You must be something special.”Special.Right.I forced a small smile. “So Richard
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Chapter 7

ALEXANDER'S POVSix months.It has been exactly six months since Abigail died… and I still wake up every morning reaching for a ghost.I don’t think people understand how guilt works. It doesn’t stab you at once. It seeps into your bones, corrodes your mind little by little, until you become a stranger to your own reflection. That is who I am now, someone I barely recognize. Someone I don’t even like looking at.Six months ago, I buried my wife.Six months ago, I buried myself with her.My company is gone—bankrupt, hollow, hanging by a thread so thin it’s embarrassing to even call it a business anymore. Investors pulled out, partnerships dissolved, and everything I once built with my own hands is now crumbling into dust.And I can’t even blame them.How do you trust a man who can’t stand on his feet without shaking?How do you invest in someone who spends more time drowning in whiskey than actually working?Papers were scattered across my desk in my penthouse, mocking me with their de
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Chapter 8

ALEXANDER'S POV“Abigail…” I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper. My chest ached in a way I hadn’t felt in months. Seeing her alive, smiling, and, my God! Pregnant, was enough to shatter the last of my composure.Her eyes met mine, and I thought I saw a flicker of recognition. My heart leapt, desperate, clawing at hope.“I… I can’t believe it… it’s you…” I gasped. “Abigail, I—”Her hand shot up, stopping me mid-sentence. “I’m not… Abigail.”A sharp stab of confusion cut through me. “What?”“I said I’m Ivory,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Not… not Abigail. You must be mistaken.”Ivory. The name hit me like ice water. My stomach dropped, and yet… the relief that she was alive, that she wasn’t gone… it was almost unbearable.“Come in,” she said, stepping aside and gesturing for me to enter the house. “Please.”I swallowed the lump in my throat and walked in, taking in the luxurious surroundings. Everything about this house screamed wealth, control, power. Richardson had spa
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Chapter 9

ALEXANDER'S POVThe pre-wedding dinner was in full swing, the hall glittering with chandeliers, the soft hum of classical music drifting through the air. I sat at my seat, eyes locked on her the moment she entered. Abigail moved with a grace I recognized but didn’t. She wasn’t the woman I had known. There was something different about her. Her eyes flinched at sudden noises. Her hands trembled slightly when she held her glass. The controlled confidence she displayed in public seemed almost like armor, masking a vulnerability I had never seen before. And yet… she was the same woman I had loved. My heart ached at the contradiction.I observed her from across the room, trying to study every movement, every expression, searching for a flicker of the Abigail I knew. My mind was spinning with questions, suspicions, and a hopeless longing I hadn’t felt in months.Then it happened.Her heel snapped.I didn’t hesitate. My body moved before I even realized it. I was at her side, catching her i
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Chapter 10

ALEXANDER'S POVI stood frozen in that dim hallway long after Richardson disappeared with Abigail, my fists still clenched so tightly my knuckles ached. Every instinct in me screamed to go after him—to drag Abigail away, to demand answers, to tear open every secret that had been thrown in my face these past few weeks.But I couldn’t. How do I explain that she's my dead wife and I want her back?If I confronted Richardson right now, I would destroy everything Matilda had sacrificed herself for. I would mess up whatever she was trying to protect by playing along with this insanity. One wrong move, one outburst, and all of us would go down together.So I forced myself to breathe. Slow. Controlled.In… out…And then I turned back toward the ballroom—back to the music, the laughter, the celebration that now felt like poison in my lungs.The party felt endless.I stayed near the corner of the room, eyes flicking constantly toward the staircase Richardson had dragged Abigail up through. I ke
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