บททั้งหมดของ wishing for my husband's child: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Omniscient NarratorThe door burst open. Armando stormed into the office, stopping for barely a second when he saw the scene: Amelie doubled over on the floor, her face pale and distorted, Soraya kneeling beside her, holding her with both hands. A dark puddle was beginning to spread under her pants, and the metallic smell of blood filled the air."My God!" Armando exclaimed, bending down a few steps towards them. "Call an ambulance now!"His voice echoed in the hallway. Marina, who was a few feet away, turned immediately and ran toward the phone."Hold on, please..." Soraya whispered, accommodating Amelie against her lap. "Everything is going to be fine.""Soraya..." Amelie's voice was barely a breath, "my babies...""Shhh, calm down. We're going to make it in time," she tried to smile, but the trembling of her lip betrayed her.Armando looked towards the door impatiently."Hurry up with that ambulance!" he growled, feigning a concern he clearly did not feel.The sound of quick footst

Damián FeldmanMy father remained seated, his back straight and his hands resting on his knees, trying to maintain control. However, he didn't stop observing me with his usual distrust. He didn't trust me, but he also had no idea what was really going on between Amelie and me. And I was far from telling him, especially after he asked me to stay away."Damián," he broke the silence with a dry tone, "ask about Amelie. What's going on? No one has told us anything and the wait is eating me up.""You must keep calm, Father. She must be fine."Bartolomeo stood up, walking toward me with a slow but firm step, evaluating every word that might come out of my mouth."Why are you so worried about Amelie?" he asked, leaning slightly forward."I'm not worried," I replied, measuring my voice. "I'm just saying she's expecting your children. She's your wife. I'm not the monster you insist on seeing, either; it's logical for me to worry a little."He frowned, believing he knew me."I hope that child w

Damián FeldmanMy father appeared from the hallway leading to the hospital rooms, his head bowed and his step slow. So it was true: my children were gone. I swallowed hard; it hurt, but it wasn't the place or the time to break down."Father... are you alright?""We are screwed, Damián. Screwed and sunk to the bottom.""Dad, I don't understand what you're after. First, you make me think you feel something for Amelie, and then I discover that you were just using her... just like me."He looked up and shrugged."So what if I used you? You also used me for a long time. Now all that's left is to wait for your uncles to take what we built over decades. They won't recognize Amelie, and I can't recover the shares anymore.""That can't be. If we find the person responsible for the theft, we could save her... and recover what's yours."My father snorted, loosening the top button of his shirt collar."Damián, I'm dying. Don't you understand? This isn't for me; I'm not taking anything to the grav

Omniscient NarratorMeanwhile, Rosalía, happy about her triumph and about having gotten Amelie out of the way, was drinking a glass of wine in front of the big screen of her television, in that same room where Amelie once waited for Armando after work. The memory brought an ironic smile to her face. Now that woman meant nothing; she was out of the family, out of her life, and—according to the latest news—with a ruined future, and very sad for having lost her babies.The ice in her glass clinked when she took a longer sip than usual. She settled into the armchair, crossing her legs, enjoying the quietness of the mansion. There was nothing that could disturb that moment, only the silence she had so desired... but which would soon be broken.A door slam echoed from the main entrance. Rosalía turned her head with annoyance, knowing perfectly well who had arrived and in what state. The clumsy steps and the thud of something falling to the floor confirmed her suspicions."Rosalía!" Armando'

Omniscient NarratorMeanwhile, Soraya, with her heart pounding, watched the elevator doors close in front of her. She didn't insist on catching up, she didn't scream or hit the metal as a desperate person would. Instead, she backed away abruptly and ran down the emergency stairs, taking the steps two at a time, driven by a premonition that consumed her. Her breathing was choppy, but her steps were fast, furious, until she reached the first floor.Upon exiting, fate proved her right: there, in the company lobby, Damián was walking with Valeria. She was clinging to his arm, smiling as if he were an easily won trophy, acting as if the man belonged to her. He, distracted, responded to her smile with a calm that tasted like betrayal to Soraya.Without thinking, she took her phone from her purse. The camera click repeated several times, capturing the instant when Valeria rested her head on Damián's shoulder, the moment when they looked like a consolidated couple. Each image was a dart that