บททั้งหมดของ Contract Lover : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Third Person Pov It did not take much.She had come prepared.She moved quickly and quietly, her plan was to burn Celine out of this world so Christopher can finally look at her and so when the fire started it started fast the way she knew it would.She stepped back outside and stood on the pavement and watched the smoke begin to curl from the window of Celine’s floor.And then she waited.Inside the apartment the smoke came before the flames.Celine was half asleep as she has been doing recently, she sleeps cry eat and sleep but then the smell hits her.She sat up. Confused at first. Her mind still slow from sleep.Then she saw the smoke coming under the door and everything in her went sharp and awake at once.She got up fast. Too fast. She grabbed her phone. She looked for her shoes and could not find them and gave up. She pressed the back of her hand to the front door the way she had heard you were supposed to do and felt the heat on the other side.She stepped back. Her heart was lo

Celine Pov I thought about Cassia walking through that office with her hand on her belly and that smile on her face. Mocking her. Mocking me in front of people. Using my pain as something to stand on.I thought about every person who had ever looked at her with that specific kind of pity. Or worse. That specific kind of judgment. Like her body was a failure. Like i was somehow less because of something i fucking had no control over.All of it moved through her while she lay there looking at that small shape on the screen.And underneath all of it was something i had no word for yet.Something that felt like my whole chest cracking open in a way that did not hurt.“They told me I could not,” i said.My voice was barely above a whisper. I was shocked beyond’s wordsThe nurse had stepped out quietly. It was just her and Christopher and the machine still showing the image on the screen.“The first hospital,” i said. “Years ago. They ran all the tests. They said I was infertile. They were

Third Person Pov “Mixed up,” she repeated.“There was another couple seen on the same day. The files…” he exhaled. “The results were swapped. It was an administrative error. A terrible, terrible error and I am…” he shook his head. “I am so sorry. I cannot tell you how sorry I am.”Celine said nothing. She sat there and let those words land on her one by one. Mixed up. An administrative error.Years. Years of her life. Her marriage. Her self worth. The way she cried alone at night. The way she apologised to Nathaniel without even knowing what she was apologising for. The way Cassia had stood in that office and used her pain as a weapon.All of it.Because someone put the wrong results in the wrong folder.Her eyes filled but she did not let them fall. Not here.Christopher reached over and put his hand on her arm.“I need the original results,” he said to the doctor. “Both sets. Printed and signed.”The doctor nodded immediately. “Of course. Yes. Whatever you need.”They walked out of th

Third Person Pov They came on a Thursday afternoon.No warning. Just two cars pulling up to the gate and Christopher’s mother stepping out first like she owned the driveway.Rebecca’s parents came in the second car.Celine saw them from the upstairs window first. She watched them come through the gate and felt something tighten in her stomach. She went downstairs slowly and stood beside Christopher in the living room when they all filed in.Nobody looked comfortable. But nobody looked sorry either.Christopher’s mother sat down and looked around the living room like she was taking inventory. Then her eyes landed on Celine and something moved across her face. Sharp and ready.Her eyes dropped briefly to Celine’s midsection.She remembered.Whatever she had been preparing to say stayed behind her teeth. She pressed her lips together and looked away and said nothing to Celine at all.Celine noticed.She sat quietly with her hands in her lap and said nothing back.It was Christopher’s fa

Third Person Pov The invitation was cream colored with gold edges.Cassia had picked it out herself. Spent more time than she would admit standing in the stationery shop holding different options up to the light. She wanted it to look expensive. She wanted it to look like the kind of thing a woman sent when she had everything together.She put one on Christopher’s desk herself.He walked past his office twice that morning before he went in.When he finally sat down she watched from the hallway through the glass panel. Watched him pick up the envelope. Open it. Read it.He set it back down.Picked up his phone.Called someone.That was it.No change in expression. No second look at the card. He just set it down and moved on to the next thing like it was a routine memo from the admin team.This angered Cassia but theres was nothing she could do about it.Cassia walked away from the hallway before anyone saw her standing there.She told herself it did not matter.She had a board meeting to