Don't Leave, Wife
Copyright© 2026 by Nyvera
Chapter 12: An Unwelcome Invitation
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 12: An Unwelcome Invitation - Vivian Hart, the adopted daughter of the Hart family, marries Adrian Kingsley in an arranged marriage, hoping love will bloom. Instead, she endures three years of neglect from her cold billionaire husband. Only after losing her does Adrian realize she was the love he never appreciated. But can he win back the wife who no longer waits for him?
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Safe Sex Revenge Royalty Slow Transformation AI Generated
Monday morning arrived with an unusual calm.
Vivian woke before her alarm, her eyes drifting to the notebook on the bedside table.
The words she had crossed out the night before stared back at her.
Dinner with Adrian.
She closed the notebook gently before getting out of bed.
There was no point dwelling on it.
Life had to move forward.
By the time she finished getting ready, Adrian was already sitting at the dining table, reading through a stack of reports while sipping black coffee.
“Good morning,” Vivian greeted softly.
He looked up briefly.
“Morning.”
She took her seat across from him.
For several minutes, only the sound of cutlery echoed through the dining room.
Then Adrian spoke.
“I’m sorry about yesterday.”
Vivian paused.
“It’s alright.”
“The investors changed their schedule.”
“I understand.”
She answered so quickly that Adrian frowned slightly.
No complaint.
No disappointment.
No questions.
It should have made things easier.
Instead...
It felt strangely unsettling.
He studied her for a second before returning to his documents.
Neither of them noticed Mrs. Eleanor watching from the kitchen doorway.
She silently shook her head.
An apology accepted too easily often meant someone had stopped expecting better.
L&B Interior Studio was already bustling when Vivian arrived.
Lena was waiting outside her office with an envelope in her hand.
“There you are.”
Vivian smiled.
“Good morning.”
“I have good news.”
She handed Vivian the envelope.
“Our hotel proposal has officially been approved.”
Vivian’s eyes widened.
“We got the contract?”
“We did.”
The office erupted into applause.
Chris dramatically wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.
“I always knew you’d make us rich.”
Daniel laughed.
“No, you didn’t.”
“I absolutely did.”
“You said we’d lose.”
“I was motivating everyone.”
The room filled with laughter.
Vivian couldn’t stop smiling.
This was her biggest achievement since returning to work.
For a brief moment...
She wished Adrian knew.
Not because she needed praise.
But because she wanted to share the happiness with him.
Meanwhile...
At Kingsley Group Headquarters...
Adrian had barely settled into his office when his phone rang.
The caller ID displayed one name.
Mother.
He answered.
“Good morning.”
“Adrian.”
Her voice carried its usual elegance.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”
“Forgotten what?”
There was a pause.
“The family dinner this Friday.”
“I sent the invitation two weeks ago.”
Adrian rubbed his temple.
“I’ve been busy.”
“I can tell.”
“You’ll be here at seven.”
“And bring Vivian.”
Before Adrian could answer, she added,
“No excuses this time.”
The call ended.
He stared at the phone for a moment before placing it on his desk.
Then he pressed the intercom.
“Ethan.”
His assistant entered almost immediately.
“Yes, sir?”
“Clear my schedule for Friday evening.”
Ethan blinked in surprise.
“The entire evening?”
“Yes.”
“I have a family dinner.”
It was rare.
Adrian almost never moved meetings for personal events.
Later that afternoon...
Vivian was reviewing fabric samples when her phone buzzed.
A message from Adrian.
Family dinner at my parents’ house. Friday. Seven o’clock. I’ll pick you up.
She stared at the message.
No greeting.
No explanation.
Just information.
Still...
A small smile found its way onto her face.
Maybe...
This Friday...
They would finally spend some time together.
She replied simply.
Okay.
She slipped her phone back into her bag and returned to work.
She didn’t know...
That the upcoming family dinner wouldn’t bring them closer.
It would become the first time Adrian witnessed just how often his wife was forced to swallow her pain in silence.
And once again...
He would be too distracted to truly see it.
Friday arrived sooner than either of them expected.
Vivian stood in front of the bedroom mirror, smoothing the wrinkles from the emerald-green dress Mrs. Eleanor had helped her choose.
The dress was elegant without being flashy. It hugged her slender figure perfectly, and her chestnut-brown hair fell in soft waves over one shoulder.
Mrs. Eleanor smiled from the doorway.
“You look beautiful.”
Vivian smiled shyly.
“I hope it’s not too much.”
“My dear,” Mrs. Eleanor said warmly, “you could wear a simple white dress and still outshine everyone in that room.”
Vivian laughed.
“I don’t think Adrian’s family would agree.”
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