She Returned with Genius Babies, He Regretted의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

Elena’s POVAs soon as I got released from the hospital the very next day, I immediately got to work even pretty much everyone thought I shouldn’t.I haven’t told anyone about what happened on the road—the fact that it felt targeted. I didn’t share my worry about it, knowing that even I wasn’t completely sure if that driver really meant to kill me, or if it was just some crazy person who wanted to hurt others regardless of who they were.But I would be lying if I didn’t admit that thinking about whether or not it was intentional has led me into a dark place.A dark place that I wanted to forget using work.And that’s something that no one really understands. I don’t plan to burden them with understanding that either.“What you need is rest,” Alexander told me when he brought me home. “Please tell me you won’t come to see Tristan or do any kind of work.”“But I need to,” I said. “It’s just a strain. I’m not even required to wear the brace anymore. I can come back to work, you know.”“N

Elena’s POVAlexander’s face brightens. “You have no idea how much it means to me for you to do this, Elena. I really am pleased.”But I’m not. I’m breathing hard, feeling like I just got caught in a trap even though I was the one who volunteered the action.Even though I know that it’s long overdue anyway.I’ve filed six years ago. Tristan never tried to sign. He never seemed to want to.Now I have to make him.It’s only right. It should be only right.Even though it doesn’t feel that way.“When do you need it?” I ask, lowering my head like I just said something embarrassing.“Anytime you can manage it,” Alexander says. “Now come back to your office. He must be waiting for you.”I nod, saying nothing more as I leave and walk back to the office.“Is everything okay?” Tristan immediately asks as soon as I get in. “He’s not mad, is he? I can go out there and tell him that I—”“It’s all sorted,” I lie. Somehow managing to sound convincing. “He’s not mad. We should continue with our meeti

Tristan’s POVUncomfortable is an understatement.Not too long ago—in fact even now—I consider Alexander to be somewhat an enemy. Now we’re literally rubbing shoulders, hopping around the place like a pair of rabbits while he’s yelling like a madman.“Go! Go! GO!”He hops faster and I have to push myself to keep up, overwhelmed by his enthusiasm. I glance at the other parents and most of them are our age. They don’t have any issues keeping up, but Alexander’s wildness is causing us to pull ahead by about four feet.I have to admit, I didn’t expect his competitiveness to bleed out to a fucking sack race at a school-friendly family day, but here he is, dominating the competition. I can’t help but laugh and get to his level, watching the kids’ faces light up with glee when they see us getting closer and closer.Even Elena is clapping and laughing. “Go, Tristan and Alex!”“Fuck, yeah!” Alexander hissed.I look at him as we start to get closer to the first flag. “Dude, there are children he

Third Person POV“Let go of me!” Mira screams, her voice raw as the cops drag her to the station. “Do you know who I am? Do you know what I can do?”The threats are now empty, and she knows that very well. Still, it doesn’t stop her from spouting them at the officers who push her against a seat and try to make her behave. She can still taste what it was like to have those threats actually mean something. For them to have some sort of weight.For them to be backed by one of the most powerful men in New York.She doesn’t have that now. She hasn’t had it for a while, she realizes just now as the officers lay out the paperwork in front of her.Did she ever even have it, Tristan’s protection?His respect to gain that protection in the first place?As a bitter taste in her mouth appears, she realizes that she probably never had it.“Ma’am we need to ID you,” the officer in front of her says. “Please cooperate.”She looks at the lady officer, stunned. “Cooperate with what? I did nothing wron

Elena’s POVDenial hangs at my lips, ready to come out. But for some reason, I don’t have the conviction to let it out. I just stare at Tristan like a deer caught in the headlights. Like I had nothing to say. Like I had no guilt to hold.Tristan stares at the paper, his eyes raking through it. It’s just the signature page, but it’s loaded. It almost feels like our entire history is on there, under his scrutiny.“Tristan,” I start to say, even though I have no defense. “I-I can explain—”“Explain what?” He can’t even put the paper down. “You told me… you said you had something for work that you wanted me to sign. This was it, right? This was the thing that you wanted me to sign all along?”I don’t say anything. Because what else is there to say?“You said you can explain.” Tristan’s voice rises with emotion. “But now you’re not saying anything. Funny how that works, huh?”I can tell that he wants to get out of the car. Maybe just out of my space in general. But he stays there, staring