The Unwanted Wife (Book 1)

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er than ever. The chill seeped through the wa

she worked on her lesson plans. The soft glow of the screen illu

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d have been

ot at all. She told herself not to overthink it-he was a busy man, after all. But deep down, worry gnawed at her, mingling with

hey were married, yet th

tling in her chest. Was he doing this on purpose? Avoi

ears. She had no right to be upset. She had chosen

re she could type another word, the familiar sound of tires screechin

indow and peeked th

e house. A moment later, the driver's side door op

ca

jawline, piercing eyes, and effortless grace stood out even under the dim glow of the

indifferent t

ufflinks. As if sensing her gaze, his cold, piercing gaz

tionless as ever, carrying the same chilling indiffe

hurried to the front door, opening

e," she greeted sof

her a glance befor

t she refused to let it drop. "

haustion and irritation. "I'm dead tired, Lara. I

h her fingers. "But I cooked..." H

ed. "Did I

hing her fingers toge

y way. I'm already pissed that I have to come home to this house and see your

ation as he brushed past her,

retreating figure. The coldness in his voice, the utter disregard-it

hanically, she walked toward the dining table, staring at

ing alone again,

She wasn't even sure if she was f

g room to continue her lesson plans. But no matter how much s

e ye

Lucas got married. And in all t

Things had changed.

er the same roof but in entirely different worlds. It was a cruel joke.

ever treate

t kind of torment. His words, his actions-everything was designed t

t, she

h

r just an unhe

wanted. She knew it was foolish. She knew she was only hurting herself.

then maybe... she wasn't rea

coldness. The silen

annu

g she couldn't do. She wa

e her selfish. She would rather be h

eyes, but she quic

ou

wouldn't make Lucas love her. It wou

e pretending she could still work. She had lost all focus. Sleep wa

she paused in front o

his b

ir honeymoon. From the very beginning, Lucas

e years of marriage,

and for a brief moment, she

stopped

't risk be

d night," before turning awa

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ext m

gh her usual routine. After a warm shower, sh

Lucas was already

his broad frame dressed in an expensive black suit, his head sl

ct. No matter how many times she saw him l

p in her throat and ap

" she greeted softl

d. He didn't eve

What would you like for breakfast,

, lifting his cup and walk

r chest, but she forced herself to smile.

f with cooking, refusing to let h

d preparing breakfast,

offee mug remain

. No ackno

taring at the

ll him to s

ead and sat dow

washed the dishes and went u

, applied light makeup, and grabbed

driver's seat, sh

day ha

pretending ever