Semua Bab wishing for my husband's child: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Amelie MansonOctavio entered my office with that inquisitive air that always accompanied him. As soon as he sat down, he began to interrogate me about my life during the time I was away. I responded evasively, just enough: a trip around the world, some personal matters, nothing more.He, on the other hand, spoke as if he had been waiting for this moment for months. He summarized what had happened in the company: failed meetings, tension, an atmosphere rotten with conflicting ambitions. And although I listened to him, my eyes often drifted towards the window that faced Damián's office.The echo of that conversation I overheard him having with his sister still drilled into my head. He seemed to be against them, yes, but I wasn't sure if he was truly on my side. With Damián, there were never any certainties, just the uncomfortable attraction of a game that couldn't be stopped."As I was saying, Amelie, the company is at a terrible turning point," Octavio repeated, with a harsh tone of i

Amelie MansonThe elevator took an eternity to reach the presidency floor. Every second was torture; every whir of the motor seemed to mock my frayed nerves. The mere thought of facing Damián took the air out of my chest, so, unable to wait any longer, I pushed the emergency door and took the stairs. I descended the steps two at a time, as if my life depended on him not catching me. I didn't dare look back; I didn't want to find out if he was really following me or if it was just the ghosts in my mind pushing me to flee.The only thing I knew was that I couldn't handle the pressure of seeing him, not with my crotch damp and my heart racing, not with the recent memory of his voice and that unbearable tension that always existed between us. It was humiliating to think that, even after everything, he still had that effect on me.I don't know when I reached the first floor. I practically ran out of Feldman, raised my hand, and the first taxi that passed stopped. I slammed the door shut an

Damián FeldmanI left Valeria in my office, reviewing the documents for the contract we were going to sign with my new company. I admit it, she was good at business—precise, calculating... but nothing more. I didn't see her as a woman for me. And yet, Amelie's reaction had said it all; she was jealous. That was enough to disorder my soul.I climbed the stairs unhurriedly, carefully watching each step, as if I didn't want anyone to notice my presence. I peered into the room, and there she was, sitting on the edge of the bed, tangling her fingers together, lost in her thoughts. Had she really come for something? Or was she just looking for an excuse to get close to me?I watched her for a long time, in silence, until my willpower gave way, and I opened the door.She jumped, putting a hand to her chest."Damián... what are you doing here?""I came to tell you I'm leaving again. You're home," I lied calmly."I'm already leaving." She abruptly stood up, grabbed her purse, and headed for th

Damián FeldmanI watched through the financial news as Feldman went into decline. The screen shone with headlines that were like knives aimed directly at my pride. I knew Amelie had proposed that I save her through the stipulated marriage, but after our last encounter and the way she fled to avoid my touch, it sowed a thousand doubts that I needed to resolve before anything else."Eder, what do you have for me?" I asked in a grave voice, without taking my eyes off the screen.My father's assistant was now mine, and as always, loyal to the Feldmans, he worked with unquestionable devotion."Sir, Mrs. Amelie is still living in her mother's house. She always maintains the same routine: she leaves at seven-thirty in the morning, returns at three-thirty in the afternoon, and doesn't go out again. They receive no visitors; there is no one strange entering or leaving the house."I remained silent, feeling that this normalcy was too perfect."Did you hack her phone?" I asked."No. Absolutely i

Amelie Manson"Amelie, Amelie, tell me, who is the father of that child? Amelie!"Damián? Damn it... Damián! What is he doing here?My heart raced violently, so much that it seemed to be hitting my ribs from within. Along with Hanna, I tried to force the house door shut, while he, from outside, pushed to enter with that brutality that always characterized him.He couldn't get close to my son. He couldn't know he was his. I wouldn't allow it.From the kitchen, my mother ran out when she heard the commotion, her apron still on and her face pale with worry."What's happening? What is this scandal?" she asked, looking at the struggle."Help me close the door, Mom!" I yelled desperately.Hanna, frightened, stepped aside with the baby in her arms, moving him away from the door, while I continued struggling against Damián.My mother, driven by instinct, came to my side and also tried to push, but then he shouted with that tearing voice that cut through me like a knife."Amelie, please! Tell