Unwanted Fake Wife The Top Billionaire novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25 The Marriage Doesn’t Seem So Bad

Elena had no choice but to get in the car.

“To the hospital,” Alexander told the driver.

The car pulled away, this time with a faint smell of alcohol lingering in the air.

“Why are we going to the hospital?” Elena asked, confused. Alexander didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on her wrist.

She followed his gaze and only then noticed the red mark circling her skin. Swollen. Must’ve been from that guy grabbing her earlier—he’d held on way too hard.

She hadn’t even realized it. But Alexander had. Of course he had. Nothing slipped past him.

The visit to the ER was quick. Her wrist was disinfected and bandaged, nothing serious. Afterward, Alexander had the driver take her home.

Later that night, fresh out of the shower, Elena lay in bed, trying to process everything that had happened. None of it felt real.

Alexander was… surprisingly decent.

He didn’t talk much, but not once had he made her feel uncomfortable. If this was the kind of man she was supposed to marry… maybe it wouldn’t be so terrible after all.

Her thoughts drifted–then landed squarely on Nathan.

She suddenly remembered all the missed calls and messages earlier. He’d been blowing up her phone like a madman. What’s his problem now?

She opened their old chat, typed out a single question mark, and hit send.

It took three seconds. Her phone rang. His name lit up the screen.

“Where the hell are you?” Nathan’s voice was tight, angry. Even through the phone, she could hear how worked up he was.

“I’m at home. Why?” Elena frowned.

“FaceTime me.”

She barely had time to react before he ended the call and immediately started a video chat request. Elena hung up without hesitation.

Nathan stared at the screen, fists clenched so hard his phone nearly cracked in his hand.

In all the years they’d been married. Elena had never ignored his calls. Never left his texts on read. And she definitelynever declined his video calls.

Then he thought about what Camille told him.

The image of Elena in someone else’s bed flashed through his head like a match tossed into gasoline. It didn’t matter that their marriage wasn’t real. She still carried his name. She was still his–and he wasn’t about to let some other man touch her.

Back in her apartment, Elena sighed as her phone kept lighting up–call after call. She finally lost patience.

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