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312: MY ANCHOR.

Author: Glittering gold
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-04 21:08:38

Struggling to pull the tank top over my swollen chest, I froze. My eyes fell on the ultrasound picture pinned in the corner.

A million thoughts running through me.

And I broke before it could go further.

I tugged at the fabric, trying to cover more than I could, my hands trembling.

I didn’t realize Nate had come back home, me until he stepped closer.

“What’s wrong, my love?” His voice was soft, careful.

For months, I’d held everything in. Tried to keep my emotions minimal, measured.

“The top… it won’t go any lower,” I croaked, my throat burning with every word.

“Baby,” he whispered, brushing a thumb over my arm, gentle as a feather. “Do you want me to grab a different top? I have one just like this.”

“No!” I hissed, keeping my gaze fixed anywhere but him.

God, I hated this.

Hated that I was crying.

Hated that he knew why, and still let me lie.

Why couldn’t I be more like him?

Why couldn’t I hold it all together?

Think straight.

I’d made the choice to
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  • The Billionaire’s Regret    312: MY ANCHOR.

    Struggling to pull the tank top over my swollen chest, I froze. My eyes fell on the ultrasound picture pinned in the corner. A million thoughts running through me. And I broke before it could go further. I tugged at the fabric, trying to cover more than I could, my hands trembling. I didn’t realize Nate had come back home, me until he stepped closer. “What’s wrong, my love?” His voice was soft, careful. For months, I’d held everything in. Tried to keep my emotions minimal, measured. “The top… it won’t go any lower,” I croaked, my throat burning with every word. “Baby,” he whispered, brushing a thumb over my arm, gentle as a feather. “Do you want me to grab a different top? I have one just like this.” “No!” I hissed, keeping my gaze fixed anywhere but him. God, I hated this. Hated that I was crying. Hated that he knew why, and still let me lie. Why couldn’t I be more like him? Why couldn’t I hold it all together? Think straight. I’d made the choice to

  • The Billionaire’s Regret    311: STRONG

    ELARA’S POV. The paper beneath me crinkles as I shift, trying to get comfortable. It never works. Every time I’m on this bed, it feels colder… like the room knows what’s at stake. Nate’s fingers wrap around mine. I’m gripping tight enough to drain the blood from his knuckles, but he doesn’t complain. The ultrasound tech lowers the probe onto my stomach, eyes fixed on the screen. “There’s the head,” she murmurs. My breath snags. There she is — not a blur anymore, but a real baby. Curled. Tiny. Perfect. My throat burns, and I blink fast. No way I’m crying in front of strangers. The tech keeps moving, clicking, measuring. She pauses. Writes something down. Her face doesn’t change — but that’s the problem. Too still. Too professional. A chill runs down my spine. “Do you want to know the gender this time?” she asks, tone light but not her eyes. “I… I’d like it to be a surprise,” I manage. Nate jumps in before I finish. “We already know,” he says confident

  • The Billionaire’s Regret    310: THE TALK

    ELARA’S POV Dinner ended faster than it was supposed to. Apparently, all these weeks of cooking with pregnancy tastebuds meant I’d been serving salt blocks for dinner. and Nate, along with the chef, let me believe I was some upcoming Michelin star prodigy. Turns out the only edible thing on the table was my fish… and the desserts I didn’t even make. For the ten minutes we actually sat together, Mom and Elliot threw every name possible at my cooking. If they weren’t my family, I’d swear they were gremlins sent from hell just to ruin my night. But honestly? I was glad it was just them who had to eat it. The tension between me and Elliot felt almost non- existent. I was just about to confront Nate for lying to me about my “perfect seasoning” when Mom dragged him away to show her the house. Elliot left to take a call, and I stayed behind, pretending I could help the staff clean the table. I couldn’t. My feet were too swollen, my back felt like someone had been using it as a pun

  • The Billionaire’s Regret    309: SOMETHINGS FEELS OFF

    ELARA’S POVAfter spending another ten excruciating weeks in the hospital, I thought the penthouse would be the safest option for us. But Nate called it suffocating and decided to move us to “our dream house,” as he likes to say.It’s a ranch.Stables. Gardens. Staff everywhere. More rooms than we could ever fill. Nate spends some of his morning and afternoons at the stables or repairing vintage cars I have no idea where he got them or the tools to work on them.Everything feels… perfect. Almost too perfect.Since Nicolas fled the city, there haven’t been any threats or attempts on our safety. The staff is helpful and respectful. And yet, something feels off.I can’t explain it, but I can’t fully lean into all this. Dr. Harrison calls it self-sabotage, but gut tells me it’s not. But we’re working on it — baby steps.This may not be the life I imagined for myself, but I have to admit… the peace is nice. Being a housewife who only clocks in when she feels like it is nice. So nice that

  • The Billionaire’s Regret    308: THE BREAKING POINT.

    NATE’S POV I didn’t turn the heater on. The cold inside the car kept my head sharp, kept my anger from boiling over into something I could not take back. The incompetent PI Elliot hired was supposed to meet me ten minutes ago. This will be his last damn job. If he brings me anything useless again. It has been two hours since I left Elara. Two hours of nothing but incompetence, dead ends and useless reports. Every second away from her feels wrong. It feels like pieces of me are being scraped out and tossed somewhere I can’t reach. I look back at the hospital entrance. She is probably asleep by now. Or still talking with her mother. She is safe. And so is our baby. But for how long? The silence inside the car carried too much weight. Then a sharp knock hit the window. I unlocked the passenger door. Gareth slid in as usual his eyes scanned the car for second longer then dropped a sealed folder on the dashboard. The thing just sat there like bad news wrapped in paper.

  • The Billionaire’s Regret    307: WHAT I WILL REGRET

    ELARA’S POV My mother’s expression sharpens. “Do you remember your Aunt Gina?” she asks, her tone suddenly careful, too careful even. My head lifts, confusion slicing through the frustration. “What does Aunt Gina have to do with any of this?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. The air shifts. My mother and Aunt Gina despise each other, everyone knows that. Every holiday ended in disaster. The only time they weren’t at war was in their childhood photos, photos aunt later burned one visit and never came back after that. Mom even forbade us from mentioning Gina in the house. “Long before I got pregnant with you, your aunt got pregnant. With her first son.” “I thought Logan and I were the same age?” “Before Logan,” she corrects gently, “your aunt had another baby…. And when she was pregnant with him, the doctors told her the baby had abnormalities due to a chromosomal issue. He couldn’t develop legs.” She pauses, breath shaky. “They told her the best option was to abort.”

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