Semua Bab Married to the father of my child: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Three months later.Dark circles framed Myriam’s eyes. She was lying on a hospital bed, clinging to Tony’s frail body. The little boy had suffered a severe infection, and the doctors were assessing his condition.The child wouldn’t stop crying, and Myriam’s heart shattered. Those months had been a relentless battle: every time Tony seemed to improve, he would relapse.A nurse asked her to step out; she needed to take the child for another test. Myriam kissed Tony’s forehead and left.Outside, Rubén was waiting. She collapsed into his arms, releasing all the tears she had been holding back.“I don’t want my son to die,” she sobbed. “He looks so weak.”Rubén tried to comfort her, to give her strength, but it was impossible. Minutes later, Myriam was called into the pediatric oncologist’s office, a doctor she knew well.“Dr. Gregor, how is my son?” she asked, trembling, noticing the grave expression on the specialist’s face.The doctor exhaled. “Tony urgently needs a bone marrow transpla

The next morning, Gerald was holding an important meeting at his home; he was working from there because he didn’t want anyone to know he had undergone a medical procedure.“Mr. Lennox, good morning. I came as soon as you called,” said a burly middle-aged man dressed in black.“Thank you for coming,” Gerald replied, motioning for the investigator to sit down. “I need to know everything about someone’s life.” He handed him Myriam’s details.The investigator jotted them down in his notebook. “You’ll have the information in a week.”Gerald shook his head. “You have twenty-four hours to get me what I need,” he ordered.“That’s impossible, Mr. Lennox. If you want accurate information, it takes time.”“You have forty-eight hours, or I’ll find someone more competent,” Gerald said coldly.The agent pressed his lips together and nodded. “You’ll have it.” He stood, said goodbye, and left the house.Gerald drew in a deep breath. He longed to know how Anthony was doing, but he couldn’t reveal him

The sharp scent of alcohol jolted Myriam awake. She blinked, and the first thing she saw were a pair of blue eyes—so much like Anthony’s. Then she remembered what had happened.“Are you feeling better, Miss Bennett?” asked the head of Human Resources.She nodded, then shifted her gaze to Gerald, confused. She wasn’t entirely sure who he really was or why he was there. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Myriam shuddered as the truth hit her: the note she had sent was clear, and knowing him, he would never sit idly by.What if he wants to take Tony away from me? The thought sent a chill down her spine.“I think she needs oxygen,” Gerald instructed. The HR manager left the office, leaving them alone.“So now you plan to wash your conscience?” Myriam challenged without hesitation. “How long will your charity last? Or are you planning to humiliate me again by firing me in front of everyone?”Gerald clenched his jaw. He understood her anger, but it stung that she could be so brutally honest, as

“I don’t know if you’ve been informed, but one of the ships broke down and repairs will take three weeks,” she reported.“That’s why you’re the manager. Find solutions. Don’t call me so I can give you the answers,” he retorted with a huff.“I know perfectly well what to do,” she shot back. “I just called to let you know that, for now, I’ll request to rent another vessel.” She was annoyed. “That expense isn’t in the budget, which is why I need your authorization,” she muttered.“Do whatever you see fit!” he barked, raising his voice.“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me, Gerald Lennox. Your bad mood isn’t my fault. Go find someone else to take it out on, because it won’t be me.”“Myriam!” he roared.She hung up, leaving him with the words stuck in his throat.Lennox’s assistant dropped a stack of printed papers. No one in the company had ever dared to confront him, let alone hang up on him.“What is it?” he growled.“They… are waiting for you in the boardroom,” she stammered.Gerald

Gerald arrived home, removed his tie and jacket, and stood lost in thought. He picked up the photograph of the little boy and gazed at it tenderly.“I won’t let anyone hurt you, least of all that bastard Raymond Wilson taking my place,” he vowed. “We’ll be together, and I’ll teach you so many things.” He blinked, his voice breaking. “I won’t be like my father,” he promised.Then his gaze fell on Myriam, and he sighed. He realized she would have to break through the walls of his privacy, to share parts of his life so their charade would appear real.“I just hope you don’t drive me insane, Myriam Bennett. You’re an expert at that,” he muttered. Picking up his iPad, he began drafting his conditions. “There will be no intimacy,” was the first thing he wrote. “You won’t embarrass me in front of my employees,” he typed next. “Nor will you get your way; you’ll follow my rules,” he added. And the list went on.The next morning, well before Myriam’s alarm went off, the music of her phone stirr