All Chapters of wishing for my husband's child: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Amelie MansonAfter Armando's visit, my mind was chaos. I had to first check if what he was saying was true, and so I did. But even if he wasn't lying, that didn't erase the damage he had done to me as a man, as a husband. I wasn't going to give in to his dirty claims. The fact that he had settled my father's debt didn't make him a redeemer; he was simply returning the favor he had once received.Determined, before going to the office, I took the ring off my finger, packed a small suitcase, and went downstairs to the mansion. Mr. Feldman was already in the foyer, ready as usual. Seeing my suitcase, he frowned, clearly bewildered."What are you carrying there, darling?" he asked in a measured voice."Mr. Feldman, I am very sorry for what I have to tell you, but I am leaving this house," I said firmly.He leaned heavily on his cane, instantly shocked, and shook his head."Leaving? Where would you go? This is your home.""I don't know if you are aware, but my family's debt has been settl

Damián FeldmanI had been working with Amelie for the last few days and, to be honest, our relationship was a disaster. Out of every twenty minutes we spent together, eighteen were dedicated to arguing over stupid, meaningless things.I was fed up. Even more so when I saw that my father kept insisting I should spend more time with her."I already told you, Dad, I can't stand her for another day. I find her repulsive. I don't understand how you could choose her as your wife."Bartolomeo sighed heavily, frowning."Damián, frankly, I don't care what you think. By the way, I'm going on a trip for a couple of weeks for some medical check-ups outside the country. Eder is accompanying me, so you'll be responsible for taking and picking up my wife at the company.""What? Now I have to be her damn chauffeur too? Hire her one, Father, don't count on me.""I wish I could, son. But I have no other option. And don't forget that tomorrow is the big meeting with the shareholders; they are going to t

Amelie MansonSince that afternoon in the boardroom, Damián had limited himself to speaking to me through gritted teeth. He would pick me up in the morning to go to work and, at the end of the day, he would drive me back, but not a single kind word left his lips. I didn't understand why he hated me with such intensity.The most disconcerting thing was that, unlike him, I didn't feel the same way. His presence was... strangely indifferent to me."I can't believe we finished the meeting so late. Getting back to the city now is a bloody mess," he snorted in annoyance as he opened the car door."I'm sorry you have to drive me," I replied as I reached for the door handle, hinting that I could take the train. "If it bothers you so much, I can go back alone."He was silent for a moment, then shook his head."Don't say stupid things. It's past nine, and you can't rely on the train at this hour. You should think about buying yourself a car," he said without looking at me, his gaze fixed on the

Damián FeldmanI couldn't believe what was happening. I sat down while listening to the water fall behind the bathroom door. But what truly unsettled me was the memory of the weight of her body in my arms. It was impossible to ignore.I despised her. And, at the same time, she attracted me in a way that irritated me even more.My father's words came back forcefully: "Give me an heir with her." And this was the perfect opportunity to fulfill his request... but in my own way. Not out of loyalty, but out of strategy. I would sleep with her, make her fall, and then use her. I'd back her into a corner. If she wanted to play innocent, I'd show her the opposite, so she would leave my family. I'd make her believe I would report her to my father, accusing her of being a traitor; she'd have no escape.The water stopped running. I stood up, rolled up my sleeves, and unbuttoned part of my shirt. I slowly pushed the door open.There she was.Drying her body with the towel. Her fair skin contrasted

AUTHOR'S POINT OF VIEW"Get this through your head once and for all, you have to make her believe you want to get back together with her." Rosalía clenched her fists, but Armando, sitting at his desk, didn't flinch."Say something, dammit! Are you even listening to me?" She pounded the table with both hands, irritated.Armando looked up, unhurriedly."It's obvious that Amelie is not coming back to me. It would be absurd, after everything I did to her.""But that idiot is still pining for you! When you ask her to return, she'll accept without thinking. She'll divorce my father and disappear from our lives. Because, of course, the whole thing would be a sham."Armando stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and walked toward the window. He knew, better than anyone, that Amelie wouldn't fall for that game."There's nothing I can do, Rosalía. Find another way to get her out of the way.""Why are you so sure? Did you already try?" She followed him, grabbed his arm, and forced him to look a