Lahat ng Kabanata ng CEO Dante; The one for me : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The house was a little too quiet without Abigail’s cheerful presence. It was quiet and really boring. I missed the sound of her tiny feet running about and her tiny voice mumbling things only she could understand whenever she was playing with her toys. I sat on the couch just listening to the faint sound of the clock ticking, and the silence was consuming. I had asked my mum to come and take Abigail for just a few days, just until I was strong enough to attend to her properly. She loved it at my mother’s house though, so it wasn’t a big deal getting her to go with her grandma. And of course my mother had been delighted when Dante suggested Abigail stay with her for a while. The way her face lit up at the news of my pregnancy was really beautiful and to an extent it made me feel better about it too, even if I was still adjusting to the idea myself. She had hugged me tightly and promised to spoil Abigail so much while making sure she didn’t miss me too much.But I missed her already. H

The white walls of the hospital room felt like they were closing in on me, each second stretching endlessly after the doctor’s words. My fingers held the thin blanket on my lap tightly as knuckles turned pale.Complications. Risk. Strict medications. Low blood pressure is worsening. Possibility of losing the baby.Each phrase echoed in my head like heavy footsteps down a hallway that had no end. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice, but all that escaped was a whisper that didn’t even sound like mine. “Losing the baby?”The doctor nodded slowly, in that calm, practiced way medical professionals do when they’re trying to soothe you but only end up deepening the dread building up in your chest. “Yes, but let me be clear,” he said firmly. “This is not a certainty but it’s a possibility. With proper adherence to your medications and absolute rest, you can carry this pregnancy safely. But you must not exert yourself, physically or emotionally. Stress is your enemy right now.”I fe

From the moment I woke up, I knew it was going to be one of those days. The air in the house felt almost suffocating, thick silence filled the house like a mist of fog, making even the slightest sounds seem exaggerated. Dante didn’t come to best last night, not after that heart wrenching fallout we had. I had reached out for him in the dark expecting to feel his warmth beside me, but all I felt was the cold sheet, empty. He slept in the guest room I guess, or maybe on the couch in the living room. The memory of his words from last night still stung like a fresh wound on my skin. The accusation, his anger, the way he had implied that I didn’t care enough about the pregnancy and that maybe I didn’t even want the baby. I guess he slept in the guest room. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that he had only spoken out of fear or worry, his words still cut so deeply.When I finally mustered the strength to leave the bed and walk into the kitchen, Dante was already up and dressed

“I’m sorry, Sienna,” he repeated. His voice was low but steady. My chest tightened instantly, because I could tell he had been holding those words in for days. “For everything. For how I spoke to you, for the things I said, for all of it. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ve just been under so much stress lately, and I crashed out. But you didn’t deserve any of it.”Hearing him say it out loud made my heart ache. I had replayed that fight so many times in my head that I thought I was ready to hear his apology. I wasn’t.“I understand,” I whispered, staring down at my hands resting on my lap. “And I’m sorry too. I know you’ve been carrying a lot because of me, because of everything going on with me, and I hate that. I don’t like that you’ve been stressed out because of me.”His hand reached over and covered mine softly as he patted it, making me still. “No, Sienna. Don’t apologize. You don’t have to apologize for anything. None of this is your fault.”The lump in my throat swelled, and I ha

Days passed after Dante's mother's arrival and I couldn't help but marvel at how calm everything had been. Dante's mom was so nice and sweet as always. She spent most of her time making us meals and taking care of Abigail. She literally adored her so much and watching them together made me feel so good, I can't even lie. I thought things would change after she found out Abigail wasn't Dante's child biologically, but I was definitely wrong. Dante's mother loved her regardless and treated her like a trophy grandchild. To an extent, I can say she showed Abigail more affection than even my own mother. And Abigail on the other hand, loved her too. At first, she was slow to settle with the new unfamiliar face in the house, but in a short time she became so fond of Dante’s mom and their bond became so incredible. Even though Dante’s mom showered her with so much love, it didn't stop her from scolding Abigail whenever she did something bad, like throw her crayons around or spill her food. To