All Chapters of MY EX-HUSBAND BETRAYED ME, BILLIONAIRE SAVED ME: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

NATHALIE’S POV 🍃-My head snapped towards Sapphire when she gave a quiet, suppressed yawn.I walked up to Sapphire and took a seat beside her. “Feeling sleepy, baby?” I murmured quietly, careful not to bother Xander as he watched.“No, mommy, I’m still wide awake. I... I don’t like what we’re watching.”“I thought that was your favorite too?”“No, mommy. Xander’s the only one who likes that.”“Why did you used to say that was your favorite too?”“Don’t I have to agree with what Xander wants?”“N-No...” I stuttered, completely taken aback. “What made you think that, or say it? Did you and Xander have a fight?”“Because mommy, he’s your real child, I’m not.”I was rooted to the spot, unable to utter a word.I never would have guessed, or known, that Sapphire felt like this.I kissed her forehead. “Baby, never forget this—I love and cherish you and Xander equally. You are both my children, and my love for each of you is exactly the same, as I see you both with the same eyes.”“Am I all

NATHALIE’S POV 🍃-“What do we do then, doc?” Tyler asked anxiously.“You need to get tested. There’s a high chance one of you has the same blood type as your child and can be a blood donor. In this instance, it’s very likely the parent is the one with the same blood type as the child.”“I’m not Xander’s biological father,” Tyler murmured, a sense of hopelessness and worry weighing on him.My head fell to a shake. Speechless, it felt as though my voice and hope had vanished.My child’s blood type and I don’t match.“Then you might have the same blood type as your child.” The doctor told me.“You can perform a blood test on me,” I stated desperately, praying for a miracle.“Then let’s go to the laboratory lab.”“I can’t leave my child. I don’t want to leave him.”&l

NATHALIE’S POV 🍃-No sooner had the call ended than the door suddenly swung open.Two security guards came in, took me by the arm, and escorted me out to the emergency exit.Harrison’s secretary was waiting here, sitting in a wheelchair, while a male nurse pushed her and her leg was already bandaged.“You b*tch! Where’s my phone?!” She looked at my hand. “Take my phone from that thief!”I gave the phone to the security guard who was holding me, and he handed it to the woman.“You’re going to pay dearly for this!” she shrieked furiously. “I’ll make sure you go to jail for the theft and what you did to my foot! Call the authorities and get that woman locked up. I’m pressing charges of physical injury and attempted murder against her!”The two security guards were about to drag me away when the woman’s phone suddenly rang.“Mr. Harrison’s on the line. Hold on, I’ll show that woman exactly where she stands.” She answered the call on loudspeaker. “Mr. Harrison, I apologize if an inappropr

NATHALIE’S POV 🍃-I was in such a rush that I tripped. My foot really started to ache, and I had a feeling I’d sprained it.I paid no mind to my foot, continuing to run until I reached the boarding gate for the U.K.With a hobble, I approached the lengthy queue.As soon as I got to the end of the line, I saw the person I was looking for...“S-Sir Calix...” I panted, my voice choked with an overwhelming torrent of emotions as I cried out his name.He raised his sunglasses to his forehead and turned his gaze to me.He scrutinized me from head to toe, then averted his gaze, as if I were nothing more than an empty space.Before he could take a step, I blocked his path.“What the fvck do you want?” he growled in a low voice.“S-Sir... I desperately need you,” I implored. “Please, come with me,” I stammered, completely losing my composure, my lungs still heaving.“What are you rambling about?! What kind of ridiculous garbage is coming out of your d*mn mouth?! I explicitly told Francis not

NATHALIE’S POV 🍃-“I’ve been tested to see if I can be a donor. You also need to be tested, but the doctor recommends seeing Xander’s father and getting tested. Calix has a better chance of matching as Xander’s donor.”It felt as though all strength had drained from every part of my body, and I could no longer perceive my body. I only realized my hand was splayed on the ground, completely devoid of feeling in every part of my body.My fist slowly clenched into a tight ball, and with each tightening knot, my heart was gradually consumed by a scorching rage for the father of my child.My soul is heavy, burdened by the crushing weight of fatigue, a pervasive ache, and a burning resentment Why is this happening to my child? Why is my child taking on the consequences of my wrongdoing?“Nat! Nat!”It’s tiring. It’s very tiring.“Nat...&rdquo