บททั้งหมดของ Ruthless Husband your Wife and Son are Mine : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

1 month later One maid stepped out quietly, holding a glass of water. “Ma'am, you’ve been here for hours.” Thersa smiled faintly, eyes not leaving the flower in her hand. “It helps me breathe.” The maid crouched beside her. “You haven’t spoken about the baby since....” “Because there’s nothing left to say,” Thersa whispered. “If I speak, I’ll cry. If I cry, I’ll break. And I’m afraid no one will put me back together.” She took a long breath and lifted out the fragile rose. The maid's eyes watered. “Would you like me to call Grace again?” Thersa shook her head. “No. Not yet. Grace brings truth. And I’m not ready for that either.” There was silence. Only the sound of petals brushed one another. Then, softly, Thersa said, “When I was little, I used to think people who liked flowers were soft. Now I know....they’re the strongest. Because they know beauty grows where no one sees the roots.” She stood slowly and handed the small watering can to the maid. “Keep them alive,” she said

Reafe's expression softened as he took in Thersa's desperation. He glanced around cautiously, making sure no one was watching, then nodded slowly. “Get in,” he said quietly, pushing open the passenger door. Thersa slid in, her hands trembling as she wiped away the tears forming in her eyes. Reafe got in beside her, closing the door with a quiet click. “We’ll figure this out,” he muttered with a low voice as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. “He’s going to kill me… just like he made me lose every child I carried,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. “Please, do something. Help me. I can't do this anymore... You're my only hope.” Rafael swallowed hard, fighting the surge of rage boiling inside him. He turned to face her, his jaw tight, eyes fierce but gentle when they met hers. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Thersa. I swear on my life,” he said as he reached out and placed a hand over hers. “You’re safe with me. And I’ll do anything... whatever it takes to pr

The doors of Rafael's house opened. Standing tall was Thersa, completely drenched from head to toe, her hair clinging to her face as rain continued to pour outside. Rafael's eyes widened as he saw her. “Mrs. Thersa…” he muttered, quickly stepping aside. “Please, come in.” She walked in silently, water dripping from her clothes.. Within seconds, Rafael disappeared into a room and returned with a towel. Gently, he wrapped it around her shoulders. “You’re freezing.” Thersa didn’t speak at first. Her lips were slightly parted, but no words came out. “Take me with you,” Thersa said, her voice barely above a whisper. Rafael looked at her, surprised. “Are you sure?” She nodded. “I just… I don’t want to be alone tonight.” Rafael looked at her, his eyes softening as he stepped closer. And just like that, whatever they had left unfinished the last time quietly found its way back tonight. His lips met hers soft, warm, and searching. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It was gentle, al

“I didn’t think you’d have the guts to show your face here,” Diego Mondragon muttered as he caught sight of Rafael stepping into the company lobby. Rafael didn’t even flinch. “I still hold a share in this company, Diego. I have every right to be here.” “This company carries my name!” Mondragon snapped, his voice echoing. “I never said it didn’t,” Rafael replied coolly. “It’s still under ‘Mondragon’... I just happen to own part of it now.” Mondragon’s jaw tightened. “You manipulated a man who worked for my father for decades. That old fool didn’t even know what he was doing.” Rafael stepped closer, locking eyes with him. “He knew exactly what he was doing. He made a choice maybe because he saw something in me that this company desperately needs.” “Saw something in a William Wood?” Mon scoffed. “That must have been out of pity.” Rafael’s voice dropped low and sharp. “Is that why you shot to kill?” Diego froze. The accusation hung in the air like a blade. He took a step

Rafael rushed into the hospital, out of breath carrying a bag with essentials for Thersa, blankets, food and baby supplies. He hurried down to the room where he'd left her. But it was empty.. A nurse was cleaning the bed and folding sheets.. "Excuse me," Rafael said, sounding confused. "Where is the patient who gave birth in this room? She was here just an hour ago." The nurse turned to him gently. “Oh, sir... you just missed them.” “Missed who?” Rafael asked, stepping forward, the bag still in hand. “Her husband and a personal doctor came just after you left,” the nurse said. “They said she was to be transferred to another facility under their care. Doctor Olivia, I believe?” Rafael's eyes darkened. “Transferred?” he repeated slowly, the word heavy in his mouth. “She wasn’t stable enough for a transfer.” The nurse shrugged nervously. “They signed the release forms. The nurse shrugged nervously. “They signed the release forms.” “Not again,” Rafael muttered, clenchi