เข้าสู่ระบบ“I've sacrificed so much for our sake, to get this duplicitous act from my husband and my foster sister!” My heart clenched at the sight of their naked bodies. I lacked words to say, My heart felt crushed under the weight of their sinful act! I was about to give Liam the most exciting news of our lives on our third wedding anniversary. The insemination procedure was a success, and I was pregnant with his child. That day turned out to be the opposite of what I expected it to be. I ended up being humiliated in the presence of my foster sister, I was asked to sign the divorce papers, and was also sent out of my matrimonial home that same day. **** “Mrs Sophia, there was a big complication from the final procedure we carried out on you. “What's wrong? I managed to say, without minding the tension coming from his voice. After a few minutes of silence… “A mistake occurred during the insemination procedure, leading to the incorrect sperm being used and….” he took a deep breath. "You're carrying the child of the CEO Williams Corporation.” My eyes widened in shock. “Whatttt!! This was just the beginning of my twist of fate with the ‘Cold and Callous Billionaire’.... Ethan Williams.
ดูเพิ่มเติม"Do you really want to go back to headquarters, Mrs?"
Rere stopped the constant movement of his hand from putting everything on the table in a cardboard box that he had requested at one of the boys' offices.
With a long breath, he stood upright and gave his body to the beautiful woman in the wide veil standing before him.
"Yes outdoors. She could not help but be put out by the boss." said Rere with a genuine smile.
Rere understood Nia's sadness, three years of herself accompanied by a beautiful girl who always concealed her beauty behind the thick glasses and the veil she had always used. Both spent time working together. Made him feel what Nia was feeling.
"Will the head be a female successor, Mrs Rere?"
"I don't know, it won't be until tomorrow! So yes shithead let's see, tomorrow!" replied the Rere, who was back busy with her luggage.
"Mmm ...!" Nia clears her throat, with the sad face she shows. His hand chose a chair nearest to rere's position, where it was occupied.
"Don't be sad, Nia."
Rere again stopped what he was doing just to comfort the hearts of his own men whom he had considered a brother during his sojourn in the city.
"We can still be in touch. When you have a boyfriend, you'll forget me."
"No one will be sincere friends with me, Mrs. Do not be friendly, just say hello to them." Answer Nia, again she shows her sad face.
"Only Mrs would be my friend." Nia answered with her eyes staring at the floor.
"Come on, let's go!"
All of a sudden Rere picked up his bag from the chair and walked out the door and stood there looking at her now and now with red eyes holding back tears.
"Mrs, where are we going?" Asked Nia in amazement, for suddenly Rere invited her away.
Rere didn't answer Nia's question, he just slightly moved her head to make a gesture to get her on her feet and walk after her.
Seeing the expression rere gave her, Nia didn't have the courage to say another word. Other than giving in to her director's wishes.
Rere stopped in the lobby, waiting for the person he had just ordered to bring his car to the front of the lobby.
"Mrs ...."
Rere was no longer concerned with Nia's words, especially with that her car had come and stopped in front of her.
"Mrs ...!" Greet a man in an office boy suit who approaches and extends his hand, giving him the keys of a car while bending over a little bit.
"Thank you very much." Says Mrs. Rere who slipped some money into office boy's hands.
"You're welcome, Mrs." Said the office with a happy smile.
But it was not noticed by the rere, who had stepped toward the door of his car.
"Nia ... Come in!" Rere instructed her to open the door, and immediately after she sat down and closed the door.
"Mrs ... why are we here, who's to wear makeup?" asked Nia as she saw her boss driving over at a famous salon in town.
Rere was still silent, he shut off his car which he had accidentally parked under a big, shady tree in the middle of the salon's yard.
Opening the car door and stepping out, without saying anything, made Nia sitting next to her not dare to ask questions, except in her boss's footsteps.
"Good afternoon, how may I help you?"
A receptionis instantly greeted kindly as the Rere followed Nia from behind approached the only table in the lobby of the salon.
"Please tell Mrs. Dinda that Rere is here."
"Please sit down, Mrs." The receptionis reply was friendly, her right hand pointing to an empty chair in front of her desk.
Without answering Rere directly to the seat designated by the lady receptionis, playing her cell phone.
Nia was again able to keep up with her boss without the courage to ask again.
"Sorry, Mrs. Rere. Mrs Dinda was forced to leave because she had family interests, but she gave me the honor of doing her duty."
A man Stylish as a woman approached a Rere who was playing on his cell phone.
"You really can do it?" Said Rere, who looked at the man's face from top to bottom, as unsure.
"hopefully, I can make you smile today." Said the man was friendly, as though he was not drawn by Rere's condescending remark.
"Please change the girl behind me!" Said Rere without turning his head but was able to make Nia's eyes almost pop out of its petals.
"Mrs ...." Choked on Nia's voice, unable to continue her word.
"Come, miss, come with me." Ask the man with a friendly smile, to Nia who seems unwilling to stand.
"But don't you go after him, you're not muhrim!" Rere said, with his eyes fixed on his phone.
"Yes, Mrs." Answered the man still with a friendly smile.
****
[Have you found a place for me yet?] Ask Rere to a person he is calling on his cell phone. Shortly after Nia left him alone in the lobby of the salon.
[Already, everything is in order, Mrs. Even complete with one maid of middle-aged women.] Answer the person on the phone.
[Do you know who will replace me here?]
[Sorry, Mrs. I didn't get anything, it looks like Mr. Boss will really give you a lot of surprises.]
[Pick me up tomorrow night at the airport, don't be late, ok!]
[Ready, Mrs!]
[Thanks, Din. Tomorrow night don't make me wait, ok!]
No need to wait for an answer from the guy he called, he switched off his phone and put it back in his bag.
"Mrs ... enjoy, please." Lady receptionis that we placed on the table, two bottles of tea and some doughnut cake on the plate. Offer it to Rere at once.
—Sophia’s POVThe beeping had gotten inside my head. I couldn’t tell anymore if it was real or just the sound of my blood in my ears. Every second. Every beat. Reminding me he was still here. Or warning me he might not be.Ethan was slumped forward again, forehead pressed to the bed rail, his hand covering Irene’s tiny hand. His back rose and fell in sharp jerks. I don’t think he was asleep. I don’t think he even remembered how.I sat on the edge of the bed, numb from holding myself up. My spine ached. My eyes burned like sand. But I couldn’t close them. Not when Irene’s chest rose so unevenly.He stirred again. Not much. Just a twitch of fingers, a shiver in his lashes.“Baby?” My voice cracked. I leaned down.“…Mom.”The word was hoarse, broken. But it was there. His lips moved again, slow, like he had to fight for every syllable.“…cold.”I swallowed hard, grabbing the blanket higher around him, tucking it under his chin. My fingers rubbed his arms, his chest, trying to press m
—Sophia’s POVThe night folded into morning without permission. I didn’t even know when the sky shifted. The blinds bled gray light across the room, cutting sharp lines over Irene’s body, over Ethan’s shadowed face. Everything felt wrong. Too quiet. Too loud. My heart beat like it was trying to make up for his.Ethan hadn’t moved from the chair again. His hands were locked together, pressed against his mouth like prayer or punishment, I couldn’t tell which. His eyes stayed glued to Irene’s chest, rising, falling. Rising. Falling. Every breath sounded like gravel through water.Irene stirred, his lashes twitching, a soft sound scratching out of his throat. I leaned close, my body trembling from sitting in the same position for hours. “Baby?”His lips shaped something. I bent lower, ear pressed near his mouth.“…tired.”Just that. One word. Fragile.My chest collapsed. I kissed his hairline, his temple, his cheek. “I know. I know, sweetheart. You rest. We’re here.”Ethan shot forwar
—Sophia’s POVThe morning after his whisper didn’t feel like morning. It felt like someone had dragged the night across the floor and left scraps of light on the walls. I sat in the chair, my neck stiff, my body shaking in waves I couldn’t stop.Irene’s hand was in mine. Still warm. Not strong. But warm.Ethan hadn’t moved in hours. He was folded forward in that hospital chair like his body was a question with no answer. His beard shadow was thick, his shirt wrinkled so bad it looked like he’d slept on the floor. He hadn’t. He hadn’t slept at all.Irene’s lips parted again. No sound. Just air.I leaned down, my hair falling around his face. “Baby? Say it again. I’m here.”He swallowed, his throat working hard. His lashes fluttered.“…Mom.”The word was softer than a breath, but it cracked something inside me wide open. I kissed his temple, his damp hair, my tears soaking him. “I’m here, baby. Always. Always here.”Ethan’s hand clamped on the rail like he was bracing himself against
—Sophia’s POVThe morning didn’t come so much as bleed in. Slow. Reluctant. Like it didn’t want to see us. Like even the sun couldn’t stand the weight in this room.The blinds leaked thin strips of light across Irene’s bed. Lines cutting across his face, pale and soft.His lips were parted, skin clammy but not gray. Still pink enough. Still alive enough.My hands hadn’t left him all night. One on his chest, counting, again and again. Rise. Fall. Proof. The other tangled with his fingers, though his grip was loose, almost nothing.Ethan was a wreck beside me. Head tipped against the rail, beard rough against his arm, his hand locked on Irene’s wrist like he was guarding a pulse that could vanish. His shirt was wrinkled, damp. I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or tears. Both. Probably both.The monitor beeped, steady. Not strong. Not weak. Just there. I hated that sound. I loved that sound. Every beat cut me open and stitched me back together in the same second.Irene stirred. Not muc
—Sophia’s POVThe first light hit his face soft. Pale gold through the blinds. Too gentle for what we’d been through. For what was happening in this room.I hated it.And I loved it.Because it showed me his skin was still warm.Irene’s lashes flickered. He didn’t open his eyes. Just small movement
—Sophia’s POVThe word sat in the air like it didn’t belong to us.Love.Too fragile. Too heavy. Too much.My lips were still pressed against his hair. Ethan’s hands were still cupping his face like he was holding something that could vanish if he blinked.“…love you.”It replayed in my skull, loop
—Sophia’s POVThe beeping blurred into the air.It wasn't separate, neither was it the background. It was the air. It was the floor. It was the pulse under my skin.Beep.Proof.Beep.Proof again.Irene’s chest rose under the blanket. Fell. Not much, but enough. My hand stayed there, like maybe if
—Sophia’s POVThe room felt like it had grown lungs.Like the walls themselves were breathing with us.Slow. Fragile. Shaking.Irene was still awake. Not fully, not strong, but awake. His eyes cracked open, closed again, then tried once more.His body weak, but fighting. Every flicker of movement f






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