Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44

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Over the next few days, I settled into a routine that felt almost like belonging.

Mornings started with Louis’s enthusiastic wake–up calls and expensive breakfasts that Rivera insisted were “not a suggestion as it was essential for recovery.” I’d discovered he was an excellent cook–not just competent, but genuinely skilled, creating meals that were both nutritious and delicious.

Afternoons were quieter. Louis would go to his room for “quiet time” that usually involved him building increasingly complex LEGO structures while I rested in the library Rivera had mentioned.

It was a beautiful room–floor–to–ceiling bookshelves filled with everything from classic literature to modern medical journals. True to his word, Rivera had stocked it with medical texts, including several specialized volumes on curse–breaking that must have cost a fortune to acquire.

But it was a small notebook I’d found while Louis was showing me his room that had truly broken my heart.

I’d been helping him organize his LEGO collection when it fell from his bookshelf, landing open to a page titled in careful, childish handwriting: “Things To Do When I Have A Mummy.”

The entries had made my eyes burn with unshed tears:

*1. Bake cookies together*

*2. Read bedtime stories*

*3. Go to the park and swing*

*4. Have someone at school plays*

*5. Learn to tie shoes*

*6. Someone to kiss scraped knees*

*7. Make breakfast together*

*8. Have tea parties*

*9. Someone to tuck me in*

*10. Someone who stays*

Someone who stays.

I’d closed the notebook carefully and put it back, pretending I hadn’t seen it. But the words haunted me, especially number ten.

Louis had started calling me “Mummy” when Rivera wasn’t within earshot. The first time, I’d tried to correct him gently.

“Sweetheart, I’m not your-

“I know,” he’d interrupted, his small face serious. “But can I pretend? Just for a little bit? Until you have to go?”

How was I supposed to say no to that?

So I let him pretend, let him take my hand at every opportunity, let him curl against my side during afternoon story time, let him show me his treasures and tell me his secrets and look at me like I hung the moon.

And I desperately triednot to get attached.

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This was temporary. Just until I was strong enough to stand on my own. Just until I could find my own apartment, establish myself at a new hospital, build a life that didn’t depend on anyone else’s charity.

Getting attached to Louis would only hurt us both when I inevitably left.

Getting attached to Rivera would be even more foolish. But Rivera made it difficult for me to distance myself from him especially with his quiet care, the way he anticipated my needs before I voiced them, how he’d rearranged his entire life around my

recovery.

His phone rang constantly–at least a dozen times a day–and he always took the calls in another room, his voice low and serious through the closed door. I’d tried to figure out what he did for work, but the pieces didn’t fit together.

He never seemed to leave for an office. Never mentioned meetings or deadlines or any of the normal markers of employment. Yet he clearly had substantial resources–this house, the expensive medical texts, the ease with which he’d arranged my clearance papers and hospital position.

“What exactly do you do?” I’d asked one evening while we were cleaning up after dinner.

Rivera had paused in the middle of loading the dishwasher, his expression carefully neutral. “Various things. Investments, mostly. Property management. Some consulting work.”

It was vague enough to be meaningless, and we both knew it.

“That’s very mysterious,” I’d said lightly.

“Not mysterious. Just boring.” He’d smiled, but it hadn’t quite reached his eyes. “Trust me, the details would put you to sleep faster than any of those medical journals.”

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