บททั้งหมดของ The CEO's Second Choice: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

ElenaI scan the horizon and let out a miserable sigh. How did it come to this? I went from being the happiest woman in the world to the most depressed all within the space of an hour. Sebastian and Isla wrapped up in one another’s arms - a sight I never thought I would see. What happened that he needed to seek refuge in her arms? Was I not a good wife? Did I not treat him well? Did the money and power eventually go to his head?Well, I could wonder until I was blue in the face, and still not come up with a viable answer. Tears still did not come as I ran my hand over my belly. I was about to tell him the news - that I was pregnant with his child, a child Mirabelle begged me for and instead, I ran straight into heartache. A small part of me wondered what would have happened if I let Sebastian explain what I had walked in on. What excuse would he have dreamed up to take the image away? And would I have been stupid enough to believe him?I w

Elena I don’t walk anymore, guys. I waddle now and belong with the penguins. “Look at you working that waddle, Mrs Dumont.” Isaac jests as I walk towards him in the cafeteria. I shoot him a death glare, but all he does is blow me a kiss and pat the empty seat next to him. He looks disgusted at my plate full of junk food. “What?!” I ask him as I stuff a burger into my mouth. “What are you feeding my godchild?! I sent you a list of healthy alternatives. What have you done with it?” He demands as he points a manicured finger at me but I shrug as I eat a chip. “Prolly eaten it too, I dunno,” I say, much to a dissatisfied Isaac who huffs his disapproval. I am currently 8 and a half months pregnant and the heaviest I have ever been! How did some women do this more than once? Yeah, in the beginning, it was cute and all with baby kicks and tumbles, but now? Now I was hot and heavy and just needed to give birth before I eventually popped like a balloo

SebastianWith bated breath, I wait until the door opens. As soon as the doctor walked out, his eyes fell on me and a grim look crossed his face. No. Please no! I step back, thinking the worst possible thing… Was she gone?He walks towards me and folds his hands in front of him. “Mr. Dumont?” He asks, and I nod. “I am Dr. Harris and I oversaw the surgery on your wife… she was in an incredibly terrible crash that could have been fatal, were it not for the type of vehicle she was in and the fact that your driver swerved in time. She has multiple broken ribs that just missed her internal organs, the force of impact crushed her legs and will require multiple surgeries and physio to correct them. She is also severely concussed and we fear some damage has occurred. We have done an MRI on her and are currently awaiting her results. The next 48 hours will be crucial, Mr. Dumont. We are hoping she does not slip into a com

ElenaIt’s dark... Where am I? Where is Sebastian?! Wait, who is Sebastian? Everything… Everything hurts so much. Why can’t I move? Was someone holding my hand? It feels so warm and familiar. “I miss you, petite pâquerette. Please come back to me.” Uhm… Who was that? Was that Sebastian? Why do I keep thinking of that name? I can’t open my eyes, why can’t I open my eyes?! They feel so heavy. I need to… Need to get up, I need to move! Maybe this person can help me, wait I can move my hand now and… and my eyes can open! I move my hand again and finally, my eyes start adjusting to the light. A pair of hazel eyes look at me with a shocked expression and immediately jump up and start kissing me and calling me Elena.Elena? Was that my name? Who is this?“Elena?” He asks again and I feel tears falling down my cheeks. I’m scared. I

IsaacAs soon as I step out of Elena’s hospital room, the flamboyancy leaves my body and the smile drops from my face. I walk down the halls until I reach the exit and get into my Mercedes. Then I pull out my cell phone. “Still nothing, but it’s as we suspected. Attempted murder and from what I’ve overheard between Dumont and Somersett, there have been numerous attempts on Dumont’s life over the last few months.” The Scottish accent immediately drops as my usual Cockney one takes over. I give my report to my superior on the other end and await his response.“Hm, and you’re positive this was not the Thompson woman’s doing? She did try before.” The voice comes from the other end, but I shake my head to no one in particular. “No, Thompson was way too clumsy to attempt something like this. This goes deep into the older families. I’ll report back when I find out more. They all trust me.