All Chapters of My Love; You Were Never Meant To Be A Substitute : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Nina's POV The hall smelled like crayons and warm cookies. Laughter filled the hall as kids ran around, tugging on their colorful scarves. The scarves I had spent weeks knitting for them, one for each child at the Charity event . I smiled as I tied one around a pretty little girl’s neck. She hugged me tight and whispered, “Thank you.” Moments like this made me forget all the worries in my heart. At least for a while. But not everyone was here for the kids I guess... to help. Behind me, I heard a voice I recognized. Cold and sharp. “Elijah didn’t come again?” I turned. It was Mia Belmont, The billionaire Belmont's Wife. She's tall and dressed in a red coat that screamed money, with two other ladies clinging to her side. “He had a meeting,” I said calmly. She smiled, but I knew that smile wasn’t friendly. “Strange. A man like him should want to spend time with his wife. Then again, maybe he’s tired of waiting for a child that won’t come.” I froze. Another woman stepp

The morning sunlight streamed gently through the large windows, painting golden streaks across the floor. It was my wedding anniversary. I stood in the kitchen, quietly stirring a pot of warm porridge. Today, I decided, would be peaceful. I wanted no sadness, no pain or thoughts of my childlessness, just a celebration of the years I and Elijah had spent together. I had spent most of the night thinking, brushing aside the strange message I saw on his phone. Maybe... I thought , that it had nothing to do with us. I just wanted to believe that. Elijah came downstairs as I set two mugs of tea on the table. He was already dressed for work, dark grey suit, tie was all neat, leather watch wrapped tight around his wrist. He looked like he had somewhere important to be. But it wasn’t his clothes that caught my attention. It was his mood. He looked… this cheerful and lighter. Like something had gone right for him. There was a soft smile on his lips as he checked his phone again, eyes gl

Sleep didn’t come easy. Not with a question that burned through my chest like wildfire. I was still wandering if the two Vanessas were the same person? I tossed and turned all night. The morning sun brought no comfort, only more confusion. I couldn’t keep pretending, just remaining at the house. I needed answers. After Elijah left for work, I sat alone at the edge of the bed, clutching the small black folder that held every medical record from my surgery. I had never really looked through them before, never felt the need to. Until now. Tucked between charts and consent forms was a card with the name of the specialist who had handled my transplant. Dr. Kilan Hanley. Of course I knew the name. He was my father's doctor. My fingers trembled as I dialed the number. I didn’t know what I was expecting, reassurance maybe, or a lie I could believe. But I needed to hear the truth from the only person who could give it. He answered, his voice was calm and professional. I tried to ke