บททั้งหมดของ One Night, Two Dads : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Elena's POVI’d cried enough.For days — no, weeks — I let the pain consume me. I let the memories of what Ethan and I used to be haunt me, replaying every sweet promise he once made and every bitter argument that followed. I cried for the family I thought we’d have, for the love I thought would last. But crying hadn’t changed anything.I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror — puffy eyes, red nose, skin pale and tired. I looked nothing like the woman I used to be. The strong, confident Elena I once knew had faded away, buried beneath the weight of heartbreak and regret.But no more.I splashed cold water on my face, wiping away the last traces of my tears. It was time to take control — not just for me, but for Chase. He deserved better than this chaotic mess Ethan and I had created. He needed stability, love, and a home where he felt safe. I couldn’t give him that here — not with Ethan constantly twisting things, turning every conversation into a fight.I wouldn’t let my son

Elena's POVAfter everything — the tears, the heartbreak, the long emotional talk with Mia — I felt lighter. The weight that had been suffocating me for weeks finally seemed to lift, even if only a little.Mia’s forgiveness had made all the difference. I wasn’t sure I could’ve gone through with this if she’d stayed angry. But she understood — more than I thought she would — and that gave me the strength I needed.“You’re not packing like that,” Mia scolded, dragging my half-folded clothes out of my suitcase and refolding them properly.“I didn’t know I had a technique,” I teased weakly.“You don’t,” she shot back, flashing me a teasing smile before zipping up one side of my bag. “But lucky for you, I do.”I smiled faintly and sank onto the edge of my bed, watching her move around my room like she owned the place. She was so confident, so steady — like nothing could shake her. I envied that.“I can’t believe this is happening,” Mia mumbled, tucking Chase’s tiny shoes into a side pocket

Elena’s POVThe afternoon sun bathed the apartment in a warm, golden light, casting gentle shadows on the walls. Chase had just drifted off to sleep in his crib, his tiny chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. I stood by his side for a moment, brushing a soft kiss against his forehead before quietly stepping out of his room.In the living room, I sank into the plush cushions of the couch, allowing myself a rare moment of respite. The move had been exhausting, both physically and emotionally, but the sight of Chase settling in so comfortably made it all worthwhile.Reaching for my phone, I noticed a barrage of notifications—comments, messages, and reactions to the post I had made earlier about leaving Ethan. The decision to disable the comment section had been deliberate; I wasn't ready to face the myriad of opinions and judgments from others. This journey was personal, and I needed to navigate it on my own terms.To shift my focus, I decided to share a glimpse of our new

Ethan's POVI barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind dragged me back into the same storm of anger. Images of Elena’s smug little post flashed behind my eyelids — her words mocking me, humiliating me. And then our child’s face... the one person I’d fought so hard to build a future for. Gone. Taken from me like I didn’t matter.By morning, the rage was still boiling inside me — hotter, heavier. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d been blindsided, stabbed in the back by the one person I once trusted.I stormed downstairs, barely noticing the startled looks my staff gave me. My steps were heavy, each one echoing off the marble floor like a warning shot. The air felt tense — as if they could sense the storm brewing inside me.“Mr. Ethan, would you like breakfast?” one of the maids asked carefully, her voice low.“Do I look like I want breakfast?” I snapped, barely glancing at her.She flinched back like I’d slapped her, murmuring a quick apology before hurrying out

Elena's POVI sat on the couch, cradling Chase in my arms as he dozed off, his tiny chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. His warm little hand was wrapped around my finger, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else — the chaos, the hurt, the guilt that gnawed at me since I left.The living room was spotless, something I’d been obsessing over since we moved here. Cleaning kept my mind busy — dishes scrubbed until they gleamed, floors swept and mopped twice a day. It was easier to focus on that than to think about the storm I’d left behind.I glanced at the clock — 2:37 p.m. Chase had been fussier than usual today, so I was grateful he’d finally fallen asleep. I shifted carefully, laying him down on the soft blanket beside me before tiptoeing toward the kitchen.Maybe some tea will help me relax.I barely made it two steps before someone knocked on the door.I froze.Who could that be?I wasn’t expecting anyone. Hardly anyone even knew I was here — just Jade, and sh