Semua Bab wishing for my husband's child: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Damian FeldmanThe following days seemed to turn into magic. I never thought I could have a life so simple, so full of meaning, after all the chaos we had been through. Amelie, against all odds, agreed to let me give Joseph my surname. That gesture, so small to some, was for me the confirmation that I had a place in her life, that I was no longer an intruder or someone who came to steal her peace.I had become a full-time father. Not a single day passed that I didn't cross the doors of her house, which already felt like mine too, to hold Joseph, feed him, or lull him until he fell asleep. At first, she watched me cautiously, as if expecting me to disappear at any moment, but little by little, she relaxed, trusting more that I wouldn't turn my back again."I never imagined seeing you like this, Damian," she told me one afternoon, while I held the child in my arms, rocking him with a movement less clumsy than in previous days."Like this how?" I asked, without taking my eyes off my son.

Damian FeldmanShe fell onto me, and her body pressed against mine so tightly that I felt I was going to faint. How long had it been since I had touched her skin? Her breath mingled with the scent of liquor; she smelled delicious, and I was dying to kiss her, but I needed her to yield of her own accord."Where are you going? You're not escaping me, Amelie," I told her."Damian, I have to go, you know, Joseph..." she murmured nervously. I quickly took out my phone and dialed her mother's number."Hello?" a voice answered on the other end."Ma'am, this is Damian Feldman," I said as quickly as I could."Hello, how are you? And Amelie?" she asked."She's right here next to me," I smiled at her while she paid attention. "I wanted to know how my son is and if we could take a little longer."Amelie blushed, like a child asking permission, and shook her head. The woman, kindly, replied:"Of course, it's Friday; let my daughter take the night off. Don't worry about the baby; I'm the happiest g

Narrador omniscienteThe cell smelled of dampness and contained rage. Rosalia moved like a caged animal in the shadows: a shove here, a fight over a crumb there. The other inmates respected and feared her just enough; she had a fury that functioned as a victory. It wasn't the first time she had shown her teeth, nor would it be the last.A guard called her listlessly:"Feldman! Get ready, you have a visitor."Rosalia raised her head, as if this were a joke, and for an instant, she allowed herself the luxury of smiling over her hardness. No one visited her. No one cared. She gathered her hair into a tight bun, combed it with her hands like someone preparing for a duel, and walked out to the visitors' room.The door creaked, and there he was, a man whose figure had been changed by the scalpel and by fear. Lorenzo entered with measured steps, thinner, with skin stretched and features washed out by surgeries; yet he still preserved that twisted smile that had once been a threat. Rosalia dr

Amelie MansonI felt the blood boiling in my veins; I had supposedly accepted the commercial alliance between Armando's company and Feldman, even though it wasn't really his company.The miserable bastard!Now, the utter jerk wanted to meet me and close the deal in person. I took the opportunity to arrange things to my advantage, citing him to my office despite Damian's protests, and the cretin arrived five minutes before our scheduled time."My dear Amelie, darling of my life, how are you?" he approached me with that phony, fawning tone that only he could believe."Armando, how are you?" I feigned cordiality, masking the disgust he aroused in me.With that stupid smile that had always characterized him, he sat down across from me as if he were on his own territory."You've made a very wise decision accepting the commercial alliance between the two companies. You know well that you're already familiar with the management of ManVen."ManVen. Manson and Venares. The initials of my paren

Amelie MansonThen my heart vibrated with joy the moment he proposed to me. I never imagined that the idea of getting married would be as wonderful as having the diamond ring that Damian placed on my finger, and everything turned into magic.My family applauded, and even though they initially hated Damian, since his return—or rather, since my return—he had become a part of our life, besides helping us immensely."I'm getting married!!" I shouted excitedly, looking at my ring.Damian hugged me and gave me a kiss full of tenderness."Yes, gorgeous, you'll be my wife. And you'll finally be my wife, forever."My mother looked at us emotionally, and suddenly tears flowed down her cheeks."I am so happy that you can finally start your life, my love. Now I can say that what Bartolomeo once told me was true."I separated from Damian and walked towards her."What are you referring to, Mother?""Well, he always wanted you to be happy, for his son to be happy. And as if he were a wise old man, h