All Chapters of The Wife He Never Wanted: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Lila.I step out of my car and walk slowly toward the mansion. My hands shake and sweat covers my skin.I still cannot believe it is done. I am finally divorced from him. The papers sit inside my bag as proof.His car sits in the driveway. My stomach tightens at the sight. He did not send any message. He never does. I have grown used to it. I have grown used to him acting like I do not exist.I push the door open and enter the house. My son’s laughter reaches me right away. It feels warm and bright. It is the only sound that makes me feel loved.In the living room Liam sits next to his father on the couch. They lean over the phone together and laugh at something on the screen. Their heads stay close. The picture looks easy and natural. It still hurts me to see it.“Mom!” Liam calls when he notices me. “Dad came to pick me up early.”“I see that,” I say and force a smile.Damien looks up at me. His face shows nothing. “Your phone was off.”“I was at the lawyer’s office,” I answer in a

Sophia bursts into the waiting room twenty minutes later. Her hair is messy and she is still wearing her work clothes. She sees me and pulls me into a tight hug without saying anything. I hold her like she is the only solid thing left in my world.“I came as fast as I could,” she whispers. “How is your dad?”“Stable,” I answer. My voice sounds tired. “He is in intensive care. The doctor says he lost a lot of blood but he will live.”Sophia looks over my shoulder. She sees Damien standing near the window and Victoria sitting close to him. Her eyes narrow. She has never liked either of them.“Come sit down,” she says and pulls me to the chairs on the other side of the room. “You look like you are about to fall over.”I sit. My legs feel weak. Sophia holds my hand and rubs it gently. “Breathe Lila. You just got divorced. Your dad got shot. You do not have to be strong every second.”Tears fill my eyes again. “Damien drove me here. He stayed. He even wiped a tear from my face. Why is he a

I walk back into the hospital with my heart heavy. Sophia stays right beside me like a shield. Damien still stands near the police officers. His face looks pale and tight. Victoria hovers close to him again. She touches his shoulder and whispers something. I look away fast. I cannot watch that anymore.The officer turns to me. “Mrs. Harper, we need to speak with you too. Just a few questions.”I nod even though I want to run. We move to a quiet corner. Damien tries to follow but the officer stops him. “Alone please.”I sit down. My hands twist together in my lap. The officer asks about my father’s business deals. About any fights with Voss Enterprises. About the divorce. Each question feels like another weight on my chest.“I do not know much about their business,” I say honestly. “I stayed out of it. Damien and my father never got along but I never thought it would come to this.”The officer writes everything down. “We will check the contract details. For now stay safe. If you rememb

I ran down the hall, heart hammering so hard it hurt. Damien was already inside the room, yanking the curtains open. The window lock had been forced. Cold night air rushed in and the scratches on the frame caught the light like fresh wounds. No figure outside, but the feeling of being watched crawled over my skin.Damien moved fast, checking under the bed, in the closet, every shadow. He pulled Liam into his arms. “You’re safe. I swear no one will touch you.” His voice was steady for our son, but when his eyes met mine they burned with something wild and desperate. “Or your mother.”Liam buried his face in Damien’s shirt, small hands fisting the fabric. I stroked his back until his breathing evened out. Sophia came and gently took him to the guest room, murmuring soft words until he settled. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone with the man I had just divorced.The hallway felt too small. Damien stepped close, backing me against the wall without touching me at first. Hi