All Chapters of wishing for my husband's child: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amelie Mason."I want a divorce."My hands trembled as I held the paper my husband had just handed me.It couldn't be true. How could I believe those cruel words came from the same lips that, just this morning, had kissed me tenderly?"Please... is this a joke? If it is, that's enough," I tried to smile, pretending nothing was happening."Just name your price and sign it," he growled, impatiently tossing the papers. His gaze was cold. Mine, shattered."Armando! Wait... what is all this?" I read the documents over and over, without understanding what was happening.His hardened face showed no compassion."Collect your things, Amelie. You must leave this house right now."I shook my head, again and again. It couldn't be true, he... he couldn't do this to me.Armando turned away, but I ran after him."My love, what is going on? This morning you left as usual, we kissed, everything was fine. Why are you doing this?"He spun around furiously, and his words struck me harder than a slap."I

Not even two days had passed and everything was already decided; the marriage to Mr. Feldman was a fact. The mansion buzzed with activity, everyone coming and going as if preparing for a grand event, and I felt like an exhibition mannequin while the dress and hair stylists worked skillfully on me.I knew little about my future husband. Only that he was an eccentric millionaire, founder of multiple companies in the city, widowed for ten years, and father of two children: Damián and Rosalía. I hadn't seen the former again since that fleeting encounter in his father's office.I blushed remembering how naive I was to initially think he would be my fiancé."Done, Miss. You're perfect!" the stylist announced, pulling me out of my reverie."Thank you," I replied coolly, and the woman adjusting my dress withdrew, leaving me alone in front of the mirror.My eyes filled with tears. It hurt to remember my first marriage. It was simple, in a modest chapel, without an elegant dress or luxurious ri

Damián FeldmanMy father's marriage was complete madness. I still can't understand how he could marry a woman so young, practically my age... It's absurd to think that woman has good intentions.She's nothing more than an opportunist, just like Magnolia. Just remembering her name causes a burning in my chest. Damn you, Magnolia!My phone rang. It was my father."How's your wedding night going?" I asked coldly."Son, I need you to go to the hill estate. I expect to see you there."I rolled my eyes when I heard him."Why do you want me to go, old man? I have company balance sheets to deliver, I'm working late.""I want to talk to you. I'll be waiting for you, at seven sharp.""Father, what are you talking about? It's your wedding night. I don't want to see your wife or celebrate anything.""I'll see you at seven, my dear Damián. Don't be late."My father hung up, and I felt my cheeks burn. I had never been able to disobey his orders. I couldn't be like Rosalía. I looked at the clock: si

Amelie MansonI dressed quickly before Damián returned... or worse, his father. If that old man intended to make me his that morning, there was no escaping it now. But I wasn't going to put on that ridiculous tiny lingerie.What I still didn't understand was why we had spent the night locked in with Damián.I went out to the estate's kitchen and made a hot drink. As I stirred the mug, I heard the front door open. I peered out cautiously and, upon seeing who it was, I stopped: Mr. Feldman.I blushed as our eyes met."Amelie, so good to see you, darling. Did you have a good night?" he asked with complete composure."Sir... I was waiting for you, but..." I swallowed. "But it was your son, Damián, who came."His eyes widened, expectant. I grew nervous and raised my hands in an attempt to explain."We got locked in, sir. But I swear that absolutely nothing happened between your son and me. I don't know if it was necessary to clarify, but..."His expression suddenly turned glacial, and a ch

Amelie MansonWe were waiting for the results of my fertility tests. I felt that Mr. Feldman was being excessive with his demands, and although I had had plenty of time to run away before marrying him, as always, my stupidity led me to get more entangled than necessary.Bartolomeo typed slowly on his phone. His glasses slid down his nose as he frowned, concentrated on the screen, as if something deeply worried him."Is everything alright, Mr. Feldman?"He lifted his head and offered a faint smile, barely at the corner of his lips."Yes... I was just reading the results of my medical exams. I'll have to go to the doctor these days.""Yes, you should," I replied, more to keep the conversation going than out of genuine interest.At that moment, a nurse came out to call us and asked us to enter the consultation room.I instantly paled. I had a premonition that the results wouldn't be good. During my marriage to Armando, I never managed to get pregnant. His doctor insisted that the problem