Too Late For Us, Mr Ashford

Elena's POV“You know what they call women like you? Barren! Worthless and a waste of wife.” He finally dropped the bomb that had refused to offload since he set foot in the house. The words that hit me harder than a slap would have.“Elena,” he said, not looking at me. “I can’t keep doing this. I’m tired.”I stood at the edge of the living room, my arms wrapped around myself, trying to hold the tremor in my chest.“It's been five years,” he continued, finally turning his golden brown eyes at me with disgust. “Five years of nothing and all you continue to do is to tell me how to partake in some stupid IVF cycle that doesn't even work!”My hands shook as I tried to steady my breath. “Marcus…I told you it wasn't my fault. I have seen a specialist, I've..”“Oh, I know,” he spat, cutting me off. “I know you've seen doctors, shed tears and prayed to whatever God you believe in. But none of that changes the fact that I am a man! A fucking man who needs an heir, Elena. My family needs one.

Marcus POVPeople said power was strong and that it would give you the peace, the strength that you think you lost, but no one warned me that regret always wrecked far more.Regret of something that could have been avoided from happening.For five years, I had carried those horrible feelings.My reflection stared back at me from the mirror inside my private offer. The image of a perfect mayor. A man who had everything under control. Who can do and undo things just in a blink of an eye.Lies. All of it.All I did was form out a smile like I am fine and everything would be alright to them. None of them knows about my predicament or what I face behind the scenes.“Sir?” A soft knock came between my thoughts.And he came in. My personal assistant, Jonah, the one person besides my doctor who saw the glimpses of my pain.“We should leave for your checkup.”I exhaled slowly. “Right.”I grabbed my coat and stepped out of the office, ignoring my secretary, Melissa, the strange woman who sudd

Elena's POV “Marcus, what more do you want from me? Haven't you done enough already?” I yelled as I burst into his hospital room, only to be faced with a Startled Marcus Ashford. He stared at me as if he couldn't quite believe I was real, as if I was some hallucination brought on by whatever had caused him to collapse in the first place.And for a very long moment, neither of us spoke because I was struck as well. “Elena..” his lips parted in awe and I watched him try to sit upright from the bed and the lined up drip. I hated to admit that my name sounded different coming from him after all these years. "No." I bluntly rejected. "No, you don't get to say my name like that."His expression only stiffened, earning a bitter and broken laugh from me. “Do you have any idea what you've done? Do you have any idea what your stupidity has caused my carefully planned life? Still, he remained silent as I expressed my rage, and somehow that only made me angrier. “You felt the need to just w

Elena's POV. My feet tapped against the marble floor in anxiety. I should never have come here. I kept trying to convince myself that everything was fine and that I was only overreacting. Infact, it was because of the smile on Diego's face that made me stand in his living room. A woman wearing a maid uniform came out from one of the doors with a pleasant smile on her face. I wasn't able to find out whether or not she meant it, but I was irritated. "Good morning, Miss..." "Just call me Elena. I'm here to see..." "Hey!" Marcus's voice boomed from the top of the stairs. I had expressly told him not to pick me up. It was already bad enough that reporters surrounded me yesterday, it would be even more crazy for him to show up again to feed their curiosity. "Why are you standing over there?" Marcus inquired "I'm not sure you remember that I'm not acquainted with this place." His eyes flashed with hurt at the jab towards his mental health and against my will, I felt remorseful

Elena's POV. I headed straight to the hospital immediately. I just couldn't wait to hear that my son will be fine. Sarah was written for me at the entrance of the hospital's parking lot. I would never be able to repay her kindness in the magnitude that she had shown to me. It seemed as though for every disappointment that I faced she was ready to stay with me no matter what. "I think you should move him out of this hospital. The treatment has to commence immediately. Do you have the money ready?" She inquired softly. She wasn't someone who would force anything out of you, instead she would give you your opportunity to realize that there were mistakes that needed to be corrected. If I told her that I decided to work with Marcus, I wasn't sure what she was going to say. Also I didn't want you to sing as though I was so thirsty to have a man by my side and that was why I decided to throw caution to the wind. "I'll be able to come up with something. But I need someone who wo