All Chapters of The Wife He Never Learned To Love : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Empty Dining Table Sophia heard the front door creak open. She was off the couch before she even thought about it, her pulse jumped as she rushed toward the hallway. “Adrian,” she whispered. “Adrian!” He's going down the staircase She's followed him"Where are you going Adrian?"He keeps moving "Adrian, I'm talking to you, answer me."He stops and turns to her, she bumps into him cause he stopped abruptly "What do you want, woman?" He asked "What do I want? What do I want? Adrian I'm your wife, I deserve to know where you are going.""You don't deserve to know anything, I married you, I gave you a comfortable home, food, what else do you want to know? My schedule? Behave yourself."He's keep moving downstairs still he was at door then he stop."Adrian, do you even know what today is?""No, and I don't care to know."The door slams shut in her face . The sound cracked through the empty house. For a second she just stood there. Then she slid down against the wall until

The Letter He Won’t Read Sophia sat at the kitchen table. The house was very quiet. The clock on the wall said 3:14 AM. She had a blank page in front of her and held a pen tightly. Adrian was asleep on the floor outside the guest room door. She had shut the door on him earlier. She heard him slide down the wall and fall asleep. She put the pen on the paper. Dear Adrian, She stopped and stared at the words until they looked blurry. Then she wrote again. Dear Adrian. I married you because my father said our families would be okay if I did. She scribbled it out hard, pressing the pen into the paper. Dear Adrian. I loved you. I really did. She crossed that out too. She put the pen down and pressed her hands over her eyes. Her shoulders dropped. The floor made a small sound down the hall. He was still there. Sophia picked up the pen again. I don’t know when I stopped loving you. But I know when I saw it. Last Christmas. You gave me a check. You gave your assistant

The SignatureAdrian sat at his desk. The pen felt heavy between his fingers. Morning light cut across the divorce papers like a knife. At 7:15 AM, he clicked the pen once, twice, then put the tip on the first page.He signed. Adrian Knight. Clean, sharp strokes. No pausing. No reading the small print. He flipped to the second page. Signed. Third, Fourth. Each signature came faster, like closing another business deal.He stacked the papers neatly, tapped the edges even, and stood up. His bare feet took him upstairs. He stopped outside the guest room and knocked twice — hard, controlled.The lock clicked. Sophia opened the door, still in her robe, hair loose and messy. Her eyes got a little wider when she saw the papers in his hand.He held them out without saying a word.She took them. Her fingers brushed him for a split second. She flipped to the signature pages, thumb running over his name. Her shoulders got tight. “You didn’t read them.”Adrian leaned one shoulder against the doorf

Her ScentAdrian strode into his corner office on the top floor of Blackwood Tower and dropped his briefcase onto the desk. The city sprawled below the windows, but he barely glanced at it.Victoria leaned against the sideboard, pouring coffee. She looked up with a sharp smile. “Well? Is she finally gone?”Adrian loosened his tie with one quick tug. “It’s done. I signed this morning.”Victoria handed him a cup, stepping close enough that a soft wave of jasmine and vanilla hit him. Sophia’s perfume, the exact one.He set the cup down hard. “Why are you wearing her scent?”Victoria blinked, then laughed lightly and turned away, smoothing her perfectly tailored jacket. “This? It’s just something I picked up. You’re imagining things, Adrian. Rough night?”He followed her across the room, jaw tight. “No. That’s Sophia’s perfume, the one from Paris. I know the smell. Why are you wearing it today of all days?”She waved a hand dismissively and walked to the window, heels clicking. “You’re s

The KeySophia dragged the second suitcase down the front steps of the mansion, wheels bumping hard on each stone. The morning sun felt too bright. She popped the trunk of her small silver car and heaved the bag inside next to the first one. Only two suitcases. Five years of marriage, and that was all she took. She slammed the trunk shut, breathing fast.Four thousand dollars in crisp bills rested in an envelope on the passenger seat. Everything she had withdrawn yesterday. No cards. No traces.She wiped her hands on her jeans and looked back at the house one last time. The big windows stared down like empty eyes. She turned away quickly and climbed into the driver’s seat.The engine started with a quiet hum. She gripped the wheel tight, knuckles pale, and pulled out of the driveway without looking in the rearview mirror again.Thirty minutes later she pulled into the parking lot of a modest apartment complex on the edge of the city. The buildings were plain red brick, nothing like t