บททั้งหมดของ Divorcing My Ruthless Husband : บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 270

Jacob sat in his office, buried in paperwork, trying to find time to wrap up some last-minute deals before the weekend. Everything had been running smoothly with the company, and he wanted things all set and out of the way by the time he went on paternity leave as the twins were coming.His phone buzzed on the desk, and he absently glanced at it, expecting another routine message from a client or an employee. Instead, the screen flashed [Maid—Home]That was unusual. His brows furrowed as he answered the call, only to be greeted by the panicked voice of the maid."Mr. Hansley! Mrs. Hansley's stomach... it's hurting! And—and her water broke!"Jacob's heart stopped in that moment. He got up straight, his papers scatted from the desk. "Her water broke?" he repeated, a sincerity that cut through his words. "Is she all right? How bad is it?"“She is in pain, sir,” the maid answered, her voice quivering. "She told me that the contractions are getting strong. We are preparing everything, but

A year had now lapsed, a little less than the blink of an eye. Their once teeny-tiny newborns had grown into energetic and curiously inquisitive little one-year-olds who rather consistently filled their parents' lives with joy, laughter, and more than a little chaos. Ethan and Elara hit their milestones one after another. They had started babbling words like "Mama" and "Dada." Now, to the great excitement of the parents, they were on the cusp of taking their first steps.The sun streamed through huge windows from their living room as the family spent a lazy Sunday morning together. Toys were scattered all over the floor; soft music was playing in the background. Jacob sat on the couch holding a cup of coffee while Stefani sat on the floor with the twins, crawling around and exploring every inch of the space.Ethan, ever the more adventurous of the two, pulled himself up using the edge of the coffee table, his little legs wobbly as he tried to stand. Stefani gasped, eyes wide with exc

Elara and Ethan were almost four years old, and their inquiring minds had the tendency to boil with excitement. Today, they were staying the whole day at their grandparents', Summer and Steven's, because Stefani and Jacob had gone on business abroad. The twins, full of energy, walked into their grandparents' house, grinning from ear to ear, looking forward to another activity filled with fun.As morning sunlight spread golden warmth over the living room, Summer knelt down, arms wide open. "My little angels!" she greeted, pulling both Elara and Ethan into a warm embrace. Their arms wrapped around her filled the room with giggles.Steven, sitting in his favorite armchair, chuckled. "Looks like we're going to have our hands full today."Ethan spotted it: there in the corner, way back from the light--a big old cardboard box, nearly covered in dust. "Grandpa! What's that?" he asked, pointing eagerly.Steven smiled. "That, my boy is a box full of memories. Let'

The sun had already risen to great heights in the morning, and was throwing a soft hue all over the room since Elara and Ethan sat here in pajamas. Their eyes were staring wide open full of excitement and nervousness. This was the first day at school for them.Stefani rushed around gathering their bags. Jacob, in his sharp work wear, knelt before the twins, his face soft, yet rigid."Are you two ready for your big day?" Jacob asked between himself and Elara and Ethan with a warm smile."Yes, Daddy! We are going to make so many new friends!" Elara nodded, always more inquisitive than the other, her enthusiasm without end.Ethan was a bit quieter. He reached up and plucked at the hem of his shirt, big round eyes going up to Jacob's face. "What if the other kids don't like us?"Jacob's heart softened now. He reached out to gently cup Ethan's face. "They're going to love you, buddy. You and your sister are amazing, and school is all about learning and making friends."Stefani turned to lo

The clock on the wall seemed to tick louder with each passing second, each minute stretching into an eternity. Stefani sat on the edge of the couch, her legs drawn up as she hugged a pillow tightly against her chest. Her eyes were fixed on her phone, waiting for any sign, any call from the police. She hadn't stirred since the officers left, not even to blink. The thoughts were a whirl of fear and foreboding, and her heart was racing with every vibration or notification.Jacob paces in the room, running his hands through his hair as though trying to unknot a stressful knot. He walks past her so many times that he would stop and look at her for a brief moment, his concern flashing in his eyes before moving onward with his frenzied pacing. The tension in the air can be almost too much to bear-tighter, suffocating end.Outside, the night was eerily quiet. The search parties were out combing the area, but inside their home, there was nothing but silence—silence that screamed louder than wo