The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife novel Chapter 121

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Daniel’s eyes moved from Alina to Margaret to the doctor he didn’t recognize.

“Someone answer me. Now.”

Margaret stepped forward, expression shifting to relief. “Daniel, thank God you’re here. Alina is having some kind of episode-”

“Episode?” Daniel’s gaze snapped to Alina. “What’s she talking about?”

“Your mother poisoned my coffee this morning,” Alina said. Voice steady despite the trembling in her hands. ” Made me sick. Then called this psychiatrist to declare me mentally unfit.”

Daniel stared. “That’s-”

“Paranoid delusion,” Margaret interrupted smoothly. “Doctor, this is exactly what I was concerned about. She’s creating elaborate conspiracies. Accusing family members of poisoning her.”

Dr. Mitchell stepped forward. “Mr. Blackwood, I’m Dr. Lawrence Mitchell. Your mother contacted me about concerns regarding your wife’s mental state. I came to conduct a preliminary evaluation.”

“On whose authorization?”

“Mine,” Margaret said. “As head of this household and someone who cares about Alina’s wellbeing—”

“You don’t have the authority to order psychiatric evaluations of my wife.”

Margaret’s expression tightened. “Someone needed to act. You’ve been in denial about her deteriorating condition for weeks-”

“What condition? She had food poisoning this morning!”

“Which she may have induced herself!” Margaret’s voice rose. “Daniel, look at her journal. Look at what she’s been writing.”

She thrust the leather book at him.

Daniel took it automatically. Opened it.

Page after page of the same sentence in increasingly desperate handwriting.

*I will get out of this hell.*

His face paled.

“Where did you get this?” he asked quietly.

“From her room. I was concerned so I-”

“You stole her private journal.” Daniel’s voice was dangerously calm. “Broke into her personal belongings and read her private thoughts without permission.”

“I was worried about her-”

“You violated her privacy!” Daniel’s control snapped. “What gives you the right to go through her things? To read her journal? To call doctors without consulting me?”

Margaret drew herself up. “I’m protecting this family-

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“You’re destroying it!” Daniel threw the journal on the bed. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Alina’s right. This was planned. You made her sick, invaded her privacy, and tried to have her committed based on stolen evidence!”

“Daniel, you’re not thinking clearly-”

“I’m thinking perfectly clearly for the first time in months!” He turned to Dr. Mitchell. “Leave. Now. There will be no evaluation. No commitment. No treatment. You’re dismissed.”

Dr. Mitchell hesitated. “Mr. Blackwood, your wife is exhibiting signs of severe psychological distress-”

“Based on what? A journal that was stolen? A morning of vomiting that conveniently appeared right before you arrived? Get out of my house before I call the police and report you for attempted medical fraud.”

The doctor’s face tightened. “Mrs. Margaret Blackwood contacted me in good faith-”

“Mrs. Margaret Blackwood had no legal authority to do so. My wife is my responsibility. Not hers. Leave.”

Dr. Mitchell looked at Margaret.

She gave the smallest nod.

“I’ll be in touch,” the doctor said, collecting his bag.

He left quickly.

The door closed behind him.

Silence crashed over the room.

Dániel turned to face his mother.

“I want you to explain. Right now. Everything.”

Margaret’s composure was cracking. “I did what was necessary-

“You poisoned her!”

“I made her temporarily ill to force you to see reason! She’s been falling apart for weeks, Daniel! The obsessive writing, the isolation, the depression! Someone needed to intervene!”

“So you decided to play doctor? To diagnose and treat her yourself?”

“I decided to get her actual help before she did something irreversible!”

“She wasn’t going to hurt herself”

“You don’t know that!” Margaret’s voice shook with rare emotion. “You’re so blinded by whatever feelings you’ve developed for her that you can’t see she’s spiraling! That journal proves it!”

“That journal proves she’s unhappy! Not unstable! There’s a difference!”

“Is there? Look at her, Daniel! Really look! She’s a shell of who she was! She barely eats, barely sleeps, barely

speaks! That’s not normal!”

“Because you’ve made her life unbearable!” Daniel’s hands clenched. “You locked her in a basement! Banned her father from the property! Stole her belongings! Poisoned her food! And you’re surprised she’s unhappy?”

Margaret’s face went white. “How dare you-”

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“How dare *you*!” Daniel was shouting now. “This is my wife! My marriage! My family! And you’ve systematically destroyed all of it because you can’t accept that I chose her!”

“You didn’t choose her! You were forced into that marriage for Junior’s sake!”

“And I’m choosing to stay in it now! By my own decision! Which you refuse to respect!”

Margaret’s expression shifted. Calculating even in rage.

“You’ve fallen in love with her.”

The words dropped like stones.

Daniel went still.

“Haven’t you?” Margaret’s voice was almost pitying. “After five years of treating her like hired help, you’ve actually developed real feelings. How inconvenient.”

“Get out of this room.”

“Daniel-”

“GET OUT!”

The roar echoed off the walls.

Margaret flinched. Actually flinched.

Then she drew herself up with the last shreds of her dignity.

“You’re making a mistake. She’s not stable. Not suitable. And one day you’ll realize I was trying to save you from yourself.”

She left.

The door closed with controlled precision.

Daniel stood in the center of the room, chest heaving, hands still clenched.

Behind him, Alina sat on the bed, motionless.

Watching him shake apart.

Finally, he turned.

Looked at her.

Really looked.

Saw the pallor from this morning’s forced illness. The exhaustion from weeks of systematic abuse. The wariness in her eyes as she watched him.

“I’m sorry,” he said. Voice rough. “I’m so sorry.”

Alina said nothing.

Daniel crossed to the bed. Knelt in front of her.

“I should have seen it. Should have stopped her. Should have protected you better.”

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“Yes,” Alina said quietly. “You should have.”

“I know. I-” His voice broke. “God, Alina, I know.”

He reached for her hands.

She pulled them away.

“Don’t.”

“Please-”

“Don’t touch me. Don’t apologize. Don’t make promises you won’t keep.” Alina’s voice was steady. Empty. “Just tell me one thing. Did you know she was going to do this?”

“No! I swear I didn’t-”

“Did you know she stole my journal?”

Daniel hesitated.

That hesitation was answer enough.

“You knew.” Alina’s laugh was hollow. “Of course you knew.”

“I found out this morning. After Mr. Harris reported it.”

“Mr. Harris?” Aliana shot a sharp look at him. “He reported it, but you didn’t stop her. Didn’t tell me. Didn’t do anything except let her keep violating me.”

“I was going to handle it—”

“How? The same way you’ve been handling everything else? By talking to her privately while she ignores you and does whatever she wants?”

Daniel’s face crumpled. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to let me go.”

“No.”

“Then I want you to actually protect me. Really protect me. Not just make speeches about it while your mother runs this house and ruins my life.”

“I will. I promise-”

“You promised before. You’ve been promising for weeks. It means nothing.”

Alina stood. Moved to the window.

Put distance between them.

“Your mother tried to have me committed today, Daniel. Poisoned my food. Stole my private thoughts. Called a doctor to declare me insane. And if you hadn’t walked in when you did, I’d be in a psychiatric facility right now.”

“That won’t happen-”

“It almost did! And it could happen again! Because Margaret still has power in this house and you still won’t take it away from her!”

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Daniel stood slowly. “What do you want me to do? Throw her out? She’s my mother-”

“She’s a monster! And you keep defending her!”

“I’m not defending her! I’m trying to find a middle ground—”

“There is no middle ground!” Alina spun to face him. “Either you protect me or you don’t! Either I’m safe here or I’m not! Stop trying to please everyone and choose!”

“I choose you!”

The words exploded out of him.

Raw. Desperate. True.

Alina froze.

“I choose you,” Daniel repeated, quieter now. “I have chosen you. That’s why I won’t grant a divorce. Why I moved into this room. Why I’m fighting with my mother for the first time in my life. Because I choose you.”

“Then prove it.” Alina’s voice shook. “Not with words. With actions. Real actions that actually change things.”

“Tell me how.”

“Move your mother out of this house. Give me real authority as your wife. Let my father visit without restrictions. Stop letting Clarissa manipulate Junior against me. Actually, genuinely make me your partner instead of your prisoner.”

Daniel swallowed hard. “Some of that will take time-”

“Then I want out. Today. Now. I’m done waiting.”

“Alina-”

“I can’t stay here, Daniel. Not after this. Not after Margaret tried to have me locked up. I can’t live in a house where someone has that much power over me.”

Daniel’s face was anguished. “If you leave, you’ll lose all access to Junior. You know that. Mother will make sure of it.”

The words hit like a physical blow.

Alina’s breath caught.

Because he was right.

If she left this house voluntarily, Margaret would use it as abandonment. Proof that Alina didn’t care about Junior. Justification for cutting off all contact.

She’d never see him again.

Never have a chance to help him remember.

Never be his mother in any capacity.

“So I’m trapped,” Alina whispered. “No matter what.”

“You’re protected,” Daniel corrected desperately. “As long as you’re here, as my wife, no one can hurt you—”

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“Your mother just tried to have me committed!”

“And I stopped her! And I’ll make sure it never happens again!”

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Counterattack

Alina stared at Daniel.

His promises hung in the air between them.

“I hope you mean it this time,” Alina said quietly.

“I do. I swear-”

“I don’t need your swears, Daniel.” Her voice was flat. Exhausted. “I don’t need promises or apologies or declarations. I need action. Real, concrete action that actually changes my life here.”

“I know. And I’ll do it.”

“Leave.”

Daniel blinked. “What?”

“Leave. Get out. I need time alone to think.”

“Alina, we should talk about this-”

“We’ve talked enough. You’ve said what you needed to say. Now I need space to decide if I believe any of it.”

Daniel’s face crumpled. “Please don’t shut me out-”

“I’m not shutting you out. I’m asking for time to process what just happened. Your mother tried to have me institutionalized, Daniel. That’s not something I can just move past because you yelled at her once.”

“I did more than yell-”

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“I know. But… nothing has actually changed yet except words.”

Her eyes met his directly.

“So leave. Give me space. And when you’re ready to show me real change-not promise it, show it-then we can talk.”

Daniel stood slowly.

Opened his mouth. Closed it.

What could he say that wouldn’t sound like another empty promise?

“I’ll prove it to you,” he said finally. “Starting tonight.”

“We’ll see.”

He left.

The door closed behind him.

Alina stood alone in the room, shaking.

She’d done it. Actually demanded what she needed. Set boundaries. Refused to accept words without action.

But the fear remained.

What if Daniel failed?

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What if Margaret won anyway?

What if this was just another cycle of hope and disappointment?

Alina sank onto the bed.

Picked up her journal from where Daniel had thrown it.

Opened to a fresh page.

And wrote.

‘He says he chooses me. We’ll see if he means it.’

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Down the hall, Margaret paced in her sitting room.

Fury radiated from every line of her body.

How dare he.

How DARE he.

Kick her out. Defend that woman. Throw away years of loyalty and family bonds for some contract wife who’d overstayed her welcome.

Margaret’s hands clenched into fists.

She’d built this family. Maintained its reputation. Guided Daniel through every major decision of his life.

And this was how he repaid her?

Banishment?

For protecting him from his own foolish heart?

The door opened without knocking.

Clarissa entered, face concerned. “Mom? I heard shouting. What happened?”

Margaret turned. “Daniel happened. He’s decided to throw me out of his room.”

Clarissa’s eyes widened. “What? Why?”

“Because I tried to get Alina the psychiatric help she clearly needs. And apparently that’s a crime worthy of exile.”

Margaret’s voice dripped with bitter sarcasm.

“He’s completely lost his mind. Blinded by whatever feelings he’s developed for her. Doesn’t even see how unstable she is.”

Clarissa moved closer. “What are you going to do?”

“Fight back.” Margaret’s expression hardened. “I’m not leaving this house without ensuring Alina goes with me. One way or another.” i

“How?”

Margaret studied Clarissa carefully.

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Assessing. Calculating.

“How close are you with Junior now? Truly close?”

“Very. He trusts me completely. Calls me Mama without hesitation.”

“Good. Because I need you to do something. Something that will protect him from Alina’s instability.”

Clarissa’s expression sharpened with interest. “I’m listening.”

Margaret sat. Gestured for Clarissa to do the same.

“Daniel is too emotional right now to see clearly. But Junior-He can be our voice. Our proof that Alina is dangerous.”

“What do you mean?”

“You need to make Junior afraid of her. Subtly. Gradually. Plant the idea that Alina is sick. That she might hurt him if she gets too close.”

Clarissa’s eyes widened. “You want me to turn him against her completely?”

“I want you to protect him. Genuinely protect him. Because Alina is unstable. She’s having a breakdown.”

Margaret leaned forward.

“And when people break down, they become unpredictable. Dangerous. Especially to the children they’re obsessed with.”

“You think she’d actually hurt Junior?”

“I think she’s desperate enough to do something reckless. Take him. Run with him. Claim Daniel is keeping her prisoner and Junior is her only reason to stay.”

The lie flowed smoothly.

Believable because Margaret half-believed it herself. 1

“So we protect Junior,” Margaret continued. “We make sure he understands that Alina isn’t safe to be around right now. That we are the one who keeps him secure.”

Clarissa processed this. “And if Junior starts showing fear of Alina—”

“Then Daniel will have to take it seriously. A child’s fear can’t be dismissed. Especially a child who’s already been through trauma.”

Margaret’s smile was cold. Sharp.

“Junior becomes our proof that Alina needs to be removed. For everyone’s safety. Including her own.”

Clarissa nodded slowly. “What do you need me to do?”