Elara's POVI didn't see Isabella for the entire next month. But I heard her. Every few days, Damien's phone would ring. I listened to him take her calls with growing irritation in his voice."My stomach hurts so badly," she'd whimper through the speaker. "The pain is getting worse. Can you please come check on me?""I can't today," Damien would reply curtly. "I'll send Marcus with some medicine and a doctor if needed."Two days later, another call: "Tanya has a high fever. She's crying for you specifically. She keeps asking where Daddy is.""Marcus will bring a pediatrician," Damien said firmly, not budging.Then the next week: "I'm so scared and lonely. The baby's moving strangely. I think something might be wrong with the pregnancy.""I'll have Marcus take you to get checked immediately."Each time, he sent his assistant instead of going himself. Each time, Isabella's voice grew more desperate and shrill on the other end.I found it absolutely fascinating. For the first time in si
Elara's POVDamien was silent for a long time. His arms stayed wrapped around me, but I could feel every muscle in his body tense up."Isabella is just... willful sometimes," he finally said, his voice careful and measured. "She's not capable of truly evil acts. She's been through enough pain already."The answer was exactly what I'd expected. I shrugged against his chest, saying nothing. But inside, I wondered if he'd remember these words someday. When he finally saw Isabella's real face. When he learned what she'd really done to my innocent daughter. Would he regret defending her so blindly? Would he finally understand that love without wisdom is just another form of blindness?The next month passed in a blur of expensive guilt.Every single day, Damien arrived with a new gift. Diamond necklaces that sparkled like captured stars. A Birkin bag that cost more than my first car. Limited edition dresses that fashion magazines could only dream of featuring.On Monday, it was eme
Elara's POVThe vitamin C tablet felt like a bomb in my palm.The shock hit me so hard I almost laughed. The audacity. The sheer, diabolical brilliance of it.Isabella's PTSD was fake? All those dramatic breakdowns in front of Damien. The trembling hands. The way she'd swallow her "medication" with such visible suffering. Pure theater.How had Damien never suspected? This man who could spot a lie in a business deal from across the room. This genius who built an empire from nothing.But once the shock wore off, a cold calm settled over me. Because deep down, a part of me had always known. He trusted Isabella completely. Blindly.When Lily was dying, he didn't believe it. He never believed my poor girl truly needed her father. He couldn't even accept that our daughter was gone. He chose his pretty, selfish lies over her memory. When Isabella was faking illness, he bought every tear. The irony burned.I wouldn't divorce him yet. Not until everyone saw Isabella's true face. But
Elara's POV"Damien, you've been taking care of her for two weeks now," Isabella's voice was sharp. "Tanya and I have only seen you three times. Three times! Have you forgotten about me? About us?"I’m… alive?How long was I out? …Two weeks?I kept my eyes closed. My body felt heavy, foreign. Like I was wearing someone else's skin."She nearly died saving my grandmother," Damien replied, his voice low but firm. "Taking care of her is my responsibility. I owe her a debt I can never fully repay.""A debt?" I could hear Isabella's rapid breathing, her rising panic. "Are you still going to divorce her?" she demanded, her voice cracking. "Or did you forget your promise to put a ring on my finger?""Answer me, Damien!" Isabella's voice rose to near-hysteria. "I can see what's happening. You've fallen in love with her. That's why you keep delaying the divorce, isn't it?" Her words tumbled out in a desperate rush, each one more frantic than the last. "If you love her, then just say it! I'
Elara's POVI shook my head firmly, meeting every pair of eyes in the room."No," I said clearly. "There is no other man I have feelings for."Isabella's face twisted with frustration and disbelief. "That's impossible!" she snapped, her composure cracking completely. "What about your intimate relationship with Liam? You two were so close, so comfortable together." She turned to Damien with desperate urgency. "Tell her, Damien. You saw them together too. You know about their relationship."Damien remained silent, his jaw clenched tight as he avoided meeting my eyes. The silence stretched unbearably as everyone waited for his response. But he said nothing at all.Cecile suddenly gripped my arm with fierce protectiveness, pulling me closer to her side. "Listen to me," she said, her voice like steel, addressing me but speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. "As long as I am alive, no other woman will ever take your place as Mrs. Blackwood." Her words rang through the dining room
Elara's POVCecile stared at Tanya with obvious curiosity."This child must be from your previous marriage abroad," she said to Isabella with cool assessment.Isabella shifted uncomfortably under the sharp scrutiny."Actually," Damien interjected quickly, "Tanya is someone we adopted together. Isabella and I."The words landed in the foyer like a grenade. Cecile's face went rigid with shock and fury."Together?" Her voice could cut glass. "You adopted a child with this woman?" She turned to stare at Damien as if he'd lost his damn mind. "You have your own daughter, Damien. Your own flesh and blood child. Why would you need to adopt someone else's?"The accusation was brutal and direct."Especially with her," Cecile continued, gesturing toward Isabella with obvious disdain. Her voice grew more sarcastic with each word. "What's next?" she sneered. "You'll be bringing me your children with her?"I nearly smiled at Cecile's prophetic words. If only she knew how accurate her prediction wa