All Chapters of The Runaway Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

While Fernando was with his wife, trying to uncover the truth, Helen was focused on Elise’s and Santiago’s health. However, the frustration of losing her position at Donovan had thrown her into depression. Reynolds LM was growing steadily, but it still lacked the strength to fully establish itself in the market. It would’ve helped if she’d had more backing from Donovan, but apparently all her efforts had been in vain. As always, though, Elise had something planned for her. "I’m glad you’ve come to see me, Helen." The woman was in her final moments; the illness was consuming her rapidly, and the struggle was draining. "I won’t miss a single day, Elise. I want to spend as much time with you as possible," Helen said, gently stroking her forehead. "Helen, pick up that envelope on the table. I have something important for you." "For me?" Helen asked, puzzled. "Yes. I know you did your best at Donovan & Associates, but some of them went to great lengths to get you out of your position

Virginia didn’t respond to Fernando’s enraged gaze. She wasn’t just shaken by the accident—his cold, furious demeanor stunned her even more. Why was he looking at her that way? She asked herself suddenly. "Maxi! My love, what’s wrong?" she asked, swallowing hard. "Don’t call me ‘my love.’ Those words sound fake coming from your mouth." "What’s going on? Why are you talking to me like that?" Virginia’s voice started to tremble. "You lying bitch!" Fernando blurted, unable to contain his hatred. "But… but what’s happening?" A horrible chill ran down Virginia’s spine. "What happened to our son?" Fernando asked with bitter sarcasm. Virginia looked at him, confused and speechless. Out of sheer habit, she caressed her belly. She had been lying for so long that she did it instinctively now. "Our son is right here, my love—inside my womb. Why are you talking like this? Calm down. Whatever it is, we can talk about it. Look at the state we’re in." "You're a manipulative liar, Virginia!

Fernando decided to leave the mansion he shared with Virginia. Being in that place gnawed at his soul. So many memories with his wife, only to realize she was not a good woman. He slumped down on the couch and poured himself a glass of wine. He downed it in one gulp, and then another, and another. As the alcohol took hold, his emotions spiraled. He felt utterly hollow inside—no motivation, no purpose. Hours passed, and one empty glass after another piled up on the table. Fernando was completely drunk. The worst part? He was still physically vulnerable—the injuries from the accident hadn’t fully healed. The burning sensation in his arm made him examine one of the untreated wounds. It was bleeding, and the pain was excruciating. "Puff, I need to go to the hospital," he snorted. However, when he tried to get up from his chair, his drunkenness made it impossible. His head was spinning, his body fragile—he hadn’t recovered properly—and his hands trembled with pain. Fernando felt as t

A doctor examined Fernando and, although he wasn’t fully recovered, allowed him to go to his son's room, just a few meters away. The irony echoed in the fact that, to meet him, all Fernando had to do was walk down the corridor of the hospital floor. It was very early. Helen was lying beside their son in his bed, fast asleep. Exhaustion had fully overtaken her. Without making a sound, Fernando approached the stretcher. His heart pounded uncontrollably—he thought it might burst out of his chest. Seeing Santiago in that fragile state caused him deep pain. But regret was useless now. Nothing would change what had already happened. Beating his chest wouldn’t lift the boy from the bed. Santiago looked haggard, pale, and terribly ill. Fernando approached slowly, stroked his forehead, then turned to look at Helen, who was still asleep. He shook his head. How could he forgive her for keeping him away from his children? Even though he’d just found out he was their father, he already felt a de

An hour later, Cristine was already in the same operating room with Helen’s son. They were going to perform the transplant immediately. There would be no more delays. Although the procedure wasn’t life-threatening for either of them, outside, in the waiting room, Fernando and Helen sat in silence, waiting for any news. Two long hours would have to pass before they could learn anything about their loved ones. Helen sat in a corner, entirely distanced from Fernando—not because she was bothered by his presence, but simply because they both preferred to deal with the situation in their own way. She, on her part, was exhausted and still stunned by the reality of her son’s paternal family. He still couldn’t accept that she had hidden the children from them. Fernando stood to get a cup of coffee. The machine was close to Helen, and he glanced at her. "Would you like a coffee, Helen?" he asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. She lifted her head and gave him a faint smile from the corner