تسجيل الدخول"Are you really serious? You're going to throw a baby shower for me?""Dead serious. You deserve a celebration. You've been through so much. And I want to celebrate our baby's arrival with the people you love."I hugged him tightly.Julian kissed my forehead. "Now, let's start planning. I've already thought of some ideas."The following days were filled with preparations for the baby shower. Julian was very enthusiastic, perhaps more enthusiastic than I was. He ordered a large white tent for the garden, twinkling fairy lights, and plenty of fresh flowers. He also ordered a beautiful cake with a baby decoration on top."You're really going overboard," I said one afternoon, when he showed me the long list of everything he had ordered."Nothing is too much for you." Julian held my hand. "This is a special moment. I want everything to be perfect."And the most surprising thing to me was that Julian also bought me a new dress for the occasion. He took me to a small boutique in the nearest
Months passed peacefully in the countryside. After I blocked Victor, Diego, and Isabella, it felt like a mountain of weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I no longer checked my phone anxiously. I no longer waited for the next attack.And now, I was seven months pregnant.My belly had grown very large. I could feel my baby moving every day, small kicks that were getting stronger and more regular. Sometimes, I could see a small bump on my belly when he stretched his arms or legs. Julian often placed his hand on my belly, feeling those movements with a wide smile on his face."He's strong," he said one evening, as we sat on the terrace enjoying the sunset. "He's going to be a boxer or a football player."I laughed. "Or maybe he's just an active child. Like his father.""Like his father, huh? I like that."My pregnancy was going very well. Dr. Evans, who now came to visit me at home every two weeks, said everything was normal. My blood pressure was stable, my weight was gradually inc
The first few weeks in the countryside felt like a dream. I woke up every morning to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers and fresh grass. The sunrises were spectacular, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink that I had never seen in London.Julian had transformed our new home into a sanctuary. He planted a small garden in the backyard with vegetables and herbs, and he even built a wooden bench under a large oak tree where I could sit and read. The house itself was warm and inviting, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light and a fireplace that crackled softly in the evenings.I started to feel like myself again. The constant anxiety that had gripped me began to loosen its hold. I wasn't checking my phone every five minutes, dreading what I might see. I wasn't replaying Victor's cruel words in my head over and over. I was just living. Breathing. Existing without fear.Julian worked from home most days,
At that time, I couldn't sleep. Victor's words kept echoing in my head like an evil chant."That fat woman who has nothing, only using you, a baby that might not even be yours..."I tossed and turned in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but my mind couldn't rest.Julian was asleep beside me, his arm still wrapped around my waist. He looked tired after the argument with Victor. I didn't want to wake him, so I just lay still, staring at the ceiling with my eyes open.What Victor said about the money, how did he know about the one million euros Julian gave me? Did Diego tell him? Or did Victor have spies in our house? I bit my lip, feeling my anxiety growing.And the accusation about my baby was the most painful. Victor said this child might not be Julian's. I knew it wasn't true.I looked at Julian who was sleeping. His face was peaceful, his breathing steady. I wondered if he was also thinking about Victor's words. Did he doubt me? Did he also think I was only using him?I sh
I was sitting in the living room at that time, enjoying a cup of herbal tea while reading a pregnancy book. Julian had already gone to work since morning, so I thought it might be a courier or one of the maids who forgot to bring their keys.But when Maria opened the door, I heard a voice that made my hair stand on end."I want to see Julian. I know he's here."Victor Mendoza.I immediately tensed up. I put down my book and tea carefully, then walked to the kitchen through the back door. I didn't want to meet Victor. I didn't want to hear his cynical words, didn't want to see his hateful gaze. I had suffered enough because of Diego and Isabella. I didn't need more from Victor.I hid in the kitchen, listening to the conversation from a distance. Maria tried to explain that Julian was at work, but Victor didn't care."I'll wait until he comes home."I heard his footsteps entering the living room. I heard the television being turned on. Victor was waiting.I prayed that Julian would come
The next morning, I woke up with Julian still beside me. He didn't go to work. I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his phone with a serious expression."Julian? You're not going to work?"He looked at me and smiled. "I took the day off today. I want to spend time with you."I was surprised. "But your work...""My work can wait." Julian put down his phone and took my hand. "I've been thinking about something, Lorena. I want to protect you from all the stress you've been experiencing."I frowned. "What do you mean?""I can't let you keep receiving insults from other people, including from my own family. I've decided to limit your social media access during the pregnancy."I was shocked. "Limit my social media access?""I know this sounds extreme, but I can't stand seeing you suffer. You don't need to see the cruel comments, don't need to see Isabella's posts, don't need to read what my family says about us. I want your focus to be only on the pregnancy and your happiness."
The Mendoza Corporation building towered over the city's main business district. I stood in the magnificent lobby with mixed emotions. Nervous, afraid, embarrassed, but also desperate because I had no other choice.I didn't come to see Diego.I came to see his uncle.Julian Mendoza.I had only seen
Three days had passed since Diego threw those divorce papers in my face.I woke up, walked into the bathroom, and stared at the mirror.The woman in front of me looked unfamiliar. Puffy eyes with dark circles underneath them. Messy hair that had not been brushed for days. Pale skin from barely seei
Two weeks later.The courthouse stood tall with its classic European-style architecture. Its white marble pillars seemed to have witnessed thousands of divorces within its walls. Today, another one would be added to that long list.My divorce.Today I wore a simple black dress. Not too tight, not t
I could barely feel my feet touching the ground as I walked out of the Mendoza Corporation building. My head was still spinning, replaying every word that had come out of Julian's mouth."You're not ugly, Lorena. I'm one of the men who likes curvy women."What did he mean by that?Impossible.He wa







