Todos los capítulos de Too Late To Apologize, Mr. CEO: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

I tugged at my arm, but my harasser had a good strong grip.“Be patient, babe,” he muttered. “Got a nice truck. Crew cab. Plenty of room in the back seat.” He leered at me.I whimpered. For some reason, I couldn’t get it together to scream. Fight back. Anything. I was too groggy and weak. It was all I could do to stay on my feet.Then, suddenly, like a miracle, Adrian appeared beside us.I blinked up at him, confused. Was I hallucinating?“Ow,” my harasser whined as Adrian grabbed his wrist.“Let her go,” Adrian said, his voice calm but deadly. “Now.” “Okay. Okay,” the man said, stepping back and rubbing his wrist.Adrian didn’t give him another chance, but guided me quickly to the door.Outside, the cool night air hit my face. My thoughts were still fuzzy, my body unsteady, but for the first time all day I felt safe. Adrian wrapped his jacket around me and led me to his car.“Are you alright?” he asked gently. “Yeah,” I mumbled. I was so embarrassed. “Thank you. That could have be

I looked down at the future mother of my child. Savannah was lying on her hospital bed, looking pale but beautiful, and smiling weakly up at me. “I’m so glad you’re here, Derek.” She held her hand out to me, palm down. I took it in mine and patted it gently. She looked disappointed for some reason, but hid it quickly. Had she wanted me to kiss her hand? “Did you talk to Claire?” she asked. “Yes!” I replied. “I really told her off. I can’t believe she did that to you!” She closed her eyes with a saintly expression. “She was always a jealous person. I just never thought she’d go to such extremes.” “If you lose the baby, I’m calling the police on her,” I said. A red flush of rage passed through me. I might not be father of the year, but I protected my own. Her lips curved in a satisfied smile. “No, don’t do that,” she said. “After all, she is my sister, and Emma’s mom. It would be enough to make sure she stays away.” She looked beseechingly at me. “You'll keep me and the baby safe

Adrian met me at the door with a big smile. Behind him I heard the hammering of little feet as Ethan came running around the corner. I crouched down and held out my arms; he jumped into them and gave me a loud kiss on the cheek. “Look! I lost my tooth!” He pulled back his lip to show me. “I see! Are you going to put it under your pillow for the tooth fairy?” I asked. “The tooth fairy isn’t real.” He frowned up at me, a look of skepticism on his young face. He was clearly wondering how I had reached such an advanced age while still being so clueless. It was wonderful to see him happy. When we began our sessions, he had been withdrawn. He'd been not only mute but uncommunicative, hiding his thoughts and feelings; looking on the world with fear and suspicion. Now he was a lively little boy who met life with curiosity and enthusiasm. Hopefully he’d be ready to go back to school soon. He needed to socialize with people his own age.We went through our session with Adrian sitting in

I put my phone down with a loud click. Claire still had me blocked. I’d tried everything. I’d sent a series of increasingly desperate text messages that went undelivered. I’d voicemailed until I could barely talk. No reply. I’d even resorted to that ancient technology, a handwritten letter. It had come back two days ago, “Return to sender” written on it in Claire’s distinctive handwriting. She had pressed so hard the pen tore through the paper. I knew she was still calling Emma every day. I’d heard her voice from outside Emma’s closed door one evening. And I knew Claire would reply to me if I said there was something wrong with our daughter. But I didn’t want to put Emma in the middle like that. Our divorce was tough enough on her. I didn’t want to add to her burdens.If I was really honest with myself, I’d admit that this was all my fault. I deserved it. I’d been outrageously unfair to Claire, accusing her of monstrous things for no reason at all. I’d been worried, anxious about S

I stared up at my ex-wife in shock. Every word that Claire said at the podium seemed personal. When she mentioned the “vocal critics” who told her she was incapable of making any real changes, I looked around furtively. I felt like there was a big neon sign over my head saying “SHE’S TALKING ABOUT HIM.”She discussed the resilience of the human spirit. And I remembered how I’d made her cry by telling her she was a do-nothing housewife who was lucky I took care of her. But she was lucky I took care of her! Saving the children was all very well, but it didn’t pay the bills. I was the one who gave her the free time to go on her little crusade. If it wasn’t for me, she never would have been able to do it.When the speeches stopped and the music began, I bolted for the balcony. I needed to get away from the noise and the people. The accusing stares I imagined glaring out from every face. I needed to get away from Savannah, whose expression of baffled contempt and resentment was really un