All Chapters of wishing for my husband's child: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amelie MansonI remained silent after the last thing he said to me. My head was a sea of confusion. I didn't know whether to trust Damián or keep my distance. With him, anything was possible; a kind word could hide a trap, a sweet gesture could end in a stab wound. What if this was part of his game? What if he was just waiting for me to fall so he could ruin me in front of everyone?The car stopped in front of the Feldman mansion. We both remained silent for a couple of minutes."We're here," he said in a low voice, without looking at me; it seemed he didn't like that we had arrived."Thank you for the ride," I replied, gripping my purse tightly. I was about to open the door when I felt his hand on mine."Say goodbye properly." His words sounded different; since we had left the office, his tone of voice was no longer clipped.I looked at him. My cheeks felt hot, and my heart was racing. I could barely meet his gaze."Good ni—"I didn't finish speaking. His lips seized mine in a deep k

Amelie MansonOctavio was repeating a number of instructions that drifted through my mind without much effect. I was only thinking about Damián and my children. They occupied all my thoughts lately, and truthfully, Feldman Corporated was the last thing I wanted to deal with."Amelie, you must carefully review every document that arrives in this office. It's possible that the embezzlement funds were diverted through one of the signatures."I moved my fingers over the desk and shrugged."I'm not interested in having it clarified, you know? This isn't my place. It's not even my company. All my life I've fought for others, putting aside my own dreams.""I understand, Amelie. It's my job; I do it every day," Octavio said while stroking my hand. I instantly flinched."But you chose to do it. I'm practically being forced."Octavio sighed."I understand how things work with the Feldmans, but believe me, I understand them perfectly. A few years ago, this company almost fell into ruin. Trusting

OMNISCIENT NARRATORArmando was shaking his head, incredulous. Before him, his ex-wife and his stepson were kissing with a passion that left no room for doubt. They didn't even care that they were in Bartolomeo Feldman's office."You should learn to knock," Damián snapped, walking towards him with a sharp glare."It was open, idiot. If you were going to mess around with your father's wife, at least have the decency to close it."Damián clenched his fists, his face turning red."What the hell are you talking about?""What I just saw," Armando mocked. "Now I understand why my dear ex-wife didn't want to come back to me... if she's hopping from bed to bed with the whole damned Feldman family."Damián's blood boiled. He lunged at Armando and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him off the floor with brutal fury."How many times do I have to break your face for you to stop messing with Amelie, imbecile?""Damián, stop!" Amelie yelled, desperately pulling on his arm. "He's not worth it, let hi

Damián FeldmanI saw her leave the building minutes after I called her, head down, looking ashamed, but above all defeated. She got into the car quickly, closing the door without looking back. She didn't want anyone to see her; it was logical, we were both keeping the secret.When she lowered her gaze, I no longer saw the woman who had headed the boardroom table with confidence. I saw a devastated Amelie, broken down, and yet, trying to hold herself up.She didn't say anything at first. She just took a deep breath. And then she broke.I took her by the shoulders and pulled her close without hesitation. She nestled against my chest and whimpered with too much melancholy. My fingers gently stroked her back while her crying soaked my shirt."There, baby," I whispered next to her ear. "There's no need to cry. You knew this could happen."She shook her head."I trusted... I trusted everyone, Damián. I don't even know who is with me and who isn't. I just can't trust anyone.""I warned you,

Amelie MansonThe day before, my dismissal had been announced abruptly, like a hurricane devastating everything in its path. However, crossing the door of the Feldman company, a strange calm enveloped me. It was as if, despite the loss of my appointment, a part of me was silently celebrating.I brought my hand to my chest and remembered him. Damián. The kisses he had given me, the way he made love to me, and especially, his proposal to leave with him. I was too crazy, I knew it, crazy enough not to refuse and risk everything, but remembering the firmness of his arms as he held me and swore he wouldn't let me fall, that image banished any trace of bitterness.With a slight smile, I walked to my former office. Octavio was going to keep that office and I hadn't had time to clear it out the day before. In a corner, the boxes were waiting, ready to receive the last vestiges of what I was.I started packing carefully. I felt sporadic cramps, but my spirit remained intact. For some strange r