บททั้งหมดของ HIS PAST: HIS BRIDE: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 69

The silence in the hospital room lingers long after I switch off the TV.It doesn’t comfort me or calm me, it just sits there, heavy and suffocating, pressing against my chest like something I can’t escape.I stare ahead, unmoving, my mind replaying everything I just saw, everything I just heard, over and over again like a punishment I didn’t ask for but somehow deserve.“Mr. and Mrs. Addams…”The words echo, they don’t stop, even when I close my eyes, even when I try to think of something else, anything else, they’re still there mocking me and reminding me that  I've been replaced.I swallow hard, forcing my gaze back to Junior, he’s still asleep, peaceful, untouched by any of this mess. His tiny fingers twitch slightly, and I reach out to hold his hand, grounding myself in something real, something mine but even that doesn’t fully pull me out because somewhere deep inside me, something cracked tonight.The next morning comes to

I don’t know how long I stay there, sitting in the quiet stillness of the park, but by the time I finally come back to myself, it is already late into the night. The world around me has gone eerily silent, the kind of silence that presses against your ears and makes you aware of just how alone you are, the laughter of children, the distant chatter of people, even the occasional passing footsteps, everything is gone. It’s just me, the empty benches, and the faint rustling of leaves swaying with the night breeze. I blink slowly, as though waking from a daze, my thoughts heavy and sluggish and for a moment, I just sit there, staring into nothingness, trying to gather myself but the truth is, there’s nothing to gather, my mind feels scattered, like pieces of glass shattered across a floor, impossible to put back together in one go. With a deep breath, I finally push myself up from the bench, my legs feel stiff, almost reluctant to move, as though they’ve gr

I get home feeling both exhausted and restless, like my body wants to collapse but my mind refuses to slow down, the house greets me with warmth, not just from familiarity, but from the rich, comforting smell of baked goods that wraps around me the moment I step in, it smells like sugar, butter, and something slightly nutty, probably one of Mom’s experimental recipes and for a brief second, I just stand there at the entrance, inhaling deeply, letting it ground me.Then reality kicks back in, invitations and I slip off my shoes and head straight to my room, dropping my bag carelessly on the chair before reaching for my phone, I had already drafted most of the messages earlier, but now it’s time to actually send them out and one by one, I go through the list, attaching the digital invites and adding small personalized notes where I can.For the people closest to me, I make sure the tone is warm, almost intimate, for others, I keep it polite but still welcoming, I don

We arrive at the hospital in a blur of panic and hurried footsteps, my heart pounding so loudly in my chest it feels like everyone around me can hear it and the moment we step through the sliding doors, everything becomes a rush, voices, movement, the sharp scent of antiseptic filling the air. We are immediately led into a ward. Doctors and nurses surround my baby, their hands moving quickly, efficiently and I try to stay out of the way, but it feels impossible when every instinct in me is screaming to be close to him, to protect him, to make whatever is happening stop. After what feels like forever but is probably only minutes, the doctor turns to me with a calm expression that does little to settle the storm inside me. “Your baby is stable now,” he says. “He had an allergic reaction.” I blink at him, trying to process his words. “An allergic reaction?” I repeat, my voice shaky

DEREK’S POV“Good morning, sir.”A deep, unfamiliar voice greets me the moment I step into the hallway leading to my office,I pause mid-step, that’s new.Slowly, I turn my head, my gaze settling on a man standing stiffly by the side, dressed in a neatly pressed suit, posture straight like he’s been rehearsing this moment.“Who are you?” I ask, my tone clipped, brows furrowing slightly.“Sir, I’m the newly hired assistant,” he replies quickly. “My name is Duke Melias.”Of course, another one, I exhale quietly through my nose, already feeling the faint stirrings of irritation.“HR didn’t inform me about this hire,” I say flatly, adjusting the cuff of my sleeve. “I hope the last person briefed you about the current workforce.”He nods immediately. “Yes, sir.”“Good. Deliver Anibal’s contract to my desk in thirty minutes and while you’re at it, bring me a cup of coffee.”“Okay, sir.”