Semua Bab wishing for my husband's child: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Amelie MansonI noticed how Damián paled at the phone before staring at me."Amelie, I have to go, but we have a pending conversation.""Don't worry about me, Damián. Nothing is pending."He ran out to his car. I closed the door and, as soon as I felt his absence, I gasped for breath, trying to regain my composure.My eyes fell on the divorce papers on the table. I reread them over and over while stroking my belly. I was giving up everything, but I would keep the most precious thing: my son. He was worth absolutely everything.Hours later...I was reviewing documents on my computer when the phone rang."Damián?"I hesitated before answering, but curiosity got the better of me."What do you want?" I replied, defiant."Amelie... my father doesn't have much time left.""What are you talking about, Damián?" My tone changed. I had nothing against Bartolomeo; during our marriage, he was always good to me."Didn't you know?""Know what exactly?""About my father's illness.""Of course I know

Amelie MansonI returned home with a pain that split me in two. The words of those men still echoed in my head, cruel, ruthless, like knives sinking into my chest. Seeing me enter, my mother ran toward me with a worried face."What happened, darling?"I didn't know where to start. I barely managed to look at her, and tears threatened to fall."Mom... I'm going away for a while."Her expression contorted in surprise."Go away? Why?"I shook my head, pressing my lips together, holding back the crying that burned inside me. I didn't want her to suffer the same humiliation I had swallowed."Because it's necessary," I replied with a trembling voice. "But I promise I won't leave you helpless. I'll continue to take care of the house expenses, the company... I'll work hard, Mom, I'll rebuild what has fallen."My mother lowered her gaze and gently shook her head."Daughter, don't worry about that. Armando has already taken possession of everything. Your father's company... it no longer exists

Damián Feldman"Rosalía!" I shouted desperately, throwing myself toward her.She was beaten, her lip split, her face swollen, and her gaze lost. My savage uncle had mistreated her like an animal. I carefully took her in my arms. "Calm down, I'm getting you out of here."Fire ran through my body. I gently released her onto the carpet and lunged at Lorenzo. I grabbed him by the neck, squeezing with all the fury I had inside, and looked him directly in the eyes."You are the biggest son of a bitch! What did you do to my sister?"The scoundrel showed me his yellowish teeth, laughing in my face."Damián... so you finally decided to come see us. I was just teaching your sister, the slut, a lesson.""You miserable bastard!" I slammed a headbutt into him that broke his nose with a dull snap. Lorenzo fell backward, but as soon as he hit the floor, he burst into sickening laughter, staining the carpet with blood that gushed out."All of this is going to hell, boy," he mocked, spitting. "Your fa

Damián FeldmanFrom the moment I left the hospital, I couldn't control the dark feeling that had formed inside me, nor the damned desire to destroy Armando, Rosalía, and Lorenzo. They were so greedy and unimaginably wicked that they hadn't even cared about ending the lives of babies to achieve their goal. I was convinced that Rosalía alone wouldn't have the capacity for such monstrosity; there were hands behind it, minds more calculating and cruel. And they were the perfect candidates.The following days consumed me in a frantic search for Amelie. I knocked on doors, called numbers that never answered, visited places where I thought she might be. Her family refused to give me any information, closing ranks as if I were the enemy. I hired private investigators, offered money for leads, but it was as if the earth had swallowed her. Desperation was a poison running through my veins with every moment that passed without news of her.Meanwhile, Feldman Corporated was chaos. Shares were fal

Damián placed the phone on the desk with a dry thud. The call from the investigators had been the same as always: no leads on Amelie. His patience was beginning to run out, and with it, the calm he barely maintained amidst the collapse of his world. He took a deep breath, picked up his jacket from the back of the chair, and headed toward the boardroom.Things at Feldman, for now, were calm; he had managed, thanks to emergency investments, to stop the company from sinking. But that day was not about business, but about something bigger: Bartolomeo's will. And everyone was waiting for it.The room was full. The atmosphere was dense, almost unbreathable. The deceased's lawyer, a middle-aged man with thick glasses, opened the sealed envelope in front of everyone. Beside him, Lorenzo drank from his glass with an air of smugness, sure of what he was about to hear, as the will left a heir who no longer existed: Amelie's children were dead. Rosalía, with a tense face and an undecipherable exp