All Chapters of wishing for my husband's child: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Amelie MansonReturning to the company was like swallowing glass. I walked through familiar hallways, feigning normality while every step hurt more than the last. I greeted people, I smiled, as if nothing was happening; apparently, everyone knew about my condition, my fainting hadn't gone unnoticed. But deep down... I was about to fall apart. I didn't want to be there, but it was the only option I had for the moment.I turned on the computer, still with trembling hands, trying to cling to the routine, when suddenly the office door burst open."Why didn't you tell me?" Damián slammed the door behind him, furious. His gaze burned, his fists were clenched. He looked like he was about to explode.I swallowed, unable to meet his eyes. I remained seated, breathing deeply. I couldn't get upset; the doctor warned me before I left the hospital. My pregnancy was high-risk."What did you want me to do?" I finally replied, my voice trembling. "To look for you so you could humiliate me again? Or i

Damián FeldmanThe bar was exactly as I remembered it. Dim lights, enveloping music, and that air of sophistication I used to seek out when I needed to forget the world for a while. I had chosen that place on purpose; before, I simply used to go to let loose. It was known territory, and neutral.I remembered my date, Valeria Acosta.I had written her number in my notebook as a necessary move. And here she was.Her silhouette appeared through the crowd, elegant as always. She wore a tight black dress, red lipstick, and that way she had of looking as if she already knew the world would revolve around her. She saw me, her eyes widened just a bit, surprised, and then she smiled. Her expression was confident; she knew exactly what she was there for."Damián Feldman..." She approached with a firm step. "I didn't expect you to call me again."That was true; I didn't expect to call her again either, but..."Valeria," I extended my hand, and she ignored it to wrap her arms around my neck in a

OMNISCIENT NARRATORA couple of days had passed since that last encounter, and the silence between them had become a tacit agreement. They didn't even run into each other by chance; they seemed like strangers, pretending that nothing had happened between them.Amelie had decided that way, trying to counteract her feelings, but she couldn't stop thinking about him, and to top off her troubles, her dizziness and discomfort from the pregnancy were driving her crazy, but she had to stay strong, pretending that everything was under control. But inside, everything was chaos.As soon as she sat down in front of the computer, she tried to focus on the reports, the deadlines, on anything but Damián's lips or the heart that raced every time she thought of him.Then, the door suddenly opened.Amelie sat up abruptly. Her stomach contracted, and for a second, she thought it was him.But it wasn't. It was Armando."What are you doing here?" she asked, frowning.He held up a folder, feigning innocen

Damián FeldmanI felt my head was going to explode. My blood was boiling in my veins, and I had no escape. Bartolomeo had just read the complaint, the same one Leonardo helped me draft, and still... still, he denied everything. As if what I had seen with my own eyes was nothing more than an attack of jealousy. An attack of jealousy! Especially jealousy over my father's wife.I couldn't handle the thought of his serene face, his evasive gaze as he told me I was making it up, that I was distorting reality. As if I didn't know what I had seen; it was obvious, they were enjoying it. Cynical! Amelie also denied everything, but I saw her.And she... she hadn't pushed him away.My jaw ached from clenching it so tightly. I hit the elevator button harder than necessary. My heart pounded in my chest like a war drum. If my father was willing to ignore the truth, then I wouldn't. If he refused to open his eyes, I was going to tear the blindfold off him. With force, if necessary.I stepped out of

Damián FeldmanEvery day, seeing her felt like rage was stabbing me deeper into my chest, like a knife.My father... my own father had dismissed the lawsuit. Just like that? After all the damage she was causing? He had let it slide as if it were a minor transgression, treating her as if she were the queen of his world.And I... I was drowning in this frustration that I no longer knew how to handle.I buried my head in business. I wrapped myself in the pending work as Amelie's assistant. I needed to keep my mind occupied and, above all, know what she was up to. Because if not, I was going to explode. And just when I thought I could breathe amidst so much paperwork, the bomb dropped: a financial embezzlement. Half a million dollars disappeared in a poorly justified operation, hidden among internal transfers and suspicious invoices.I opened the reports one by one, looking for the trap. And there was her name on the signature line of the document.Amelie.She was in charge of the area wh