The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 19

Chapter 19:

The elegant black car stopped in front of the old apartment complex.

Alicia got out without looking back, her heels clicking softly on the pavement as it walked away. Inside the car, Hank watched her retreating figure.

With a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, he broke the silence. Mr. Ward, you like Miss Bennett, don't you.

Caden's face remained impassive, his expression as unreadable as ever.

He's been drinking. What's with this nonsense?

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Hank cleared his throat awkwardly, sensing a change in the atmosphere. But if you didn't like her, then why did you kiss her?

A slight wrinkle formed between Caden's eyebrows as he turned his head enough to catch Hank's gaze in the rearview mirror. If the moment calls for it, I could kiss anyone, even you.

Hank blinked, completely caught off guard. Eh

Caden, uninterested in Hank's confusion, looked away at the worn-out building in front of them.

The place was old, not exactly dilapidated, but far from comfortable. , with peeling paint and windows that had seen better days. Compared to Joshua's luxurious villa, it was a stark contrast, far removed from the life Alicia had known. It was clear that he had left with nothing but his pride, and this apartment was the bitter reminder.

Typical Joshua. He never left anything for those he discarded.

Leaning back in his seat, Caden's fingers drummed rhythmically on the armrest, his expression cold and distant. Let's go.

At the hospital, Lilliana lay in bed, stiff with worry.

She rested her hands on her small belly, breathing heavily and barely daring to move. Fear for the baby consumed all her thoughts.

Joshua hovered over her, obedient and attentive. He catered to their every whim, making sure the press didn't find out where they were. Every detail was handled with precision: not a single photograph could be allowed to leak to the media.

As evening fell, fatigue took hold of him like a heavy burden. He exhaled slowly, finally finding a moment of peace, although it was far from restful. Lilliana, whose earlier anger had been softened by his efforts, still refused to look at him.

The tension between them persisted, stubborn as ever, until Joshua began to gently persuade her. Little by little, she gave in and let him hold her, although a shadow of warning still remained in her eyes.

If you yell at me like that again, she murmured, in a low but firm voice, “I'll leave you.”< /p>

Joshua remained silent, his gaze contemplative.

A soft ring from his phone broke the silence.

Joshua shifted in his seat, avoiding the Lilliana's curious look as she checked the message.

Mr. Yates, Mr. Ward dropped Ms. Yates off at the apartment complex and left shortly after. We have kept a close watch all night and no one else has entered Mrs. Yates's house.

Without a word, Joshua deleted the message, his expression unreadable.

When Lilliana received After being discharged from the hospital, the first thing she heard was news about the contest for the theme song.

Alicia, she murmured, furrowing her eyebrows in disbelief. He had heard right. A smile of contempt appeared on his lips. He wants to compete with me

Gerry, with an amused smile, nodded. Yes that's how it is. Alicia, Joshua's wife.

Lilliana's expression hardened, her nails digging into her palm as she gritted her teeth. They're already divorced.

Seriously, Gerry raised an eyebrow innocently. I hadn't found out. She thought they were still keeping their marriage a secret.

The comment grated on Lilliana's nerves, making her wonder if Gerry held some unspoken grudge against her. But he quickly dismissed the thought, deciding it was just his overactive imagination.

I don't care if Alicia competes against me, he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Rest assured, Mr. Hopkins. I won't let you down.

Gerry couldn't help but burst into laughter, his howls filling the entire room.

Oh, I'm betting on Alicia, he said, his voice casual but cutting.

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Lilliana's smile faltered, a shiver ran through her veins.

But don't take it too personally, she added with a giggle. Caden supports you. I just do it for the thrill of the challenge.

Internally, Lilliana scoffed at Gerry's apparent lack of taste. Alicia Seriously

As soon as she came out, it didn't take long for her to take out her phone and call Joshua.

Can you still reach that composer, Iris, she asked in an energetic tone.

Joshua, worried, answered absentmindedly: Who is….

The artist who wrote my song last year, Lilliana snapped, quickly lowering her voice as she looked around to make sure no one was listening. . You know, the ghostwriter. Find it for me. I need another song.

Joshua barely looked up from his task. “You’re working with Caden now,” he replied flatly. Don't cheat; You'll only get caught.

But I'm in the middle of a competition! Lilliana's eyes flashed with fierce determination. I'm competing against Alicia. I have to completely outshine her. However, beneath her boastful tone lurked a trace of unease.

Her recent rise to fame had been rapid, but her new songs were missing the spark that had propelled her to stardom.

He needed to crush Alicia, but composing his own music was impossible.

Joshua hesitated, Alicia's name made him hesitate, and he finally turned his attention away from his work.

What do you mean 'compete'? with you,' he asked slowly, his voice strained with curiosity. Why would I do that

Why else would Lilliana sneer disdainfully. She's jealous of me, she overestimates herself, as always.

Joshua stared into space, lost in thought. Alicia was after Lilliana because of her

Okay, I'll look for Iris for you, Joshua said, coming out of his trance and adopting a cheerful tone. But no more 'ghost singing'. If they catch you, Caden will destroy you.

Whatever, Lilliana rolled her eyes, dismissing his warning.

Joshua pulled out his phone and quickly searched for Iris's contact information. He offered the same rate as last time, sure she would accept.

But Iris's response was quick and forceful. It's been a long time. My rates have changed.

Then name your price.

Five million.

Joshua's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Last year, you only made three hundred thousand!

Do you want my services or not

His jaw tensed. Spending that amount on Lilliana's behalf was not part of the plan. Irritated, he called out to Lilliana, his tone impatient. You'll have to write the song yourself.

I haven't written in ages, she stammered, tugging nervously at her sleeve. I have no practice and my voice is not what it was. Five million is fine, but she has to sing it to me. Like last year.

Joshua's lips curved into a mocking smile. Lilliana, why are you so afraid of Alicia.

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