All Chapters of Mummy, Please Save Me : Divorced with his heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

001The first sound Isabella heard was a woman’s moan.It slipped into her ears softly at first, almost like a whisper carried by the walls. Isabella paused mid-step, one foot still lifted from the marble floor, her brows knitting together as confusion rippled through her mind. The sound came again, longer this time, breathy, unmistakably intimate.Her heart skipped, she stood still, barely breathing, straining to listen. The sound was coming from the master bedroom.Her chest tightened painfully as denial rushed in. No, It couldn’t be. Her mind scrambled for another explanation, maybe the television was on, maybe she was imagining things, maybe exhaustion was finally playing tricks on her.She didn’t want to believe what she was hearing.For weeks, her body had felt foreign to her. The constant nausea, the dizziness, the exhaustion that clung to her bones like a heavy coat, yet Andrea hadn’t noticed. Or maybe he had noticed and simply didn’t care. He had been distant, and distracted,

003The sting on Andrea’s cheek refused to fade, even after Miguel's car was out of sight , he stood rooted to the spot, his tongue pressed against the inside of his mouth as if he could still taste blood. No woman had ever raised her hand against him before, no one.The guards shifted uncomfortably Behind him, Andrea didn’t turn, instead, he lifted one hand in a sharp motion, dismissing them without a word.Andrea could not comprehend what had just happened, the quiet, obedient Isabella had slapped him , not once, but twice.He curled his fingers slowly into fists, s anger simmered in his chest, he wasn’t because she had left, he had never cared whether she stayed or not. Their marriage had been nothing more than ink on paper, a transaction sealed to fulfill his grandmother’s dying wish.What infuriated him was her defiance.Isabella had looked him in the eye, unafraid, and told him she was done, as if she had a choice, as if walking away from Andrea was something a woman could simp

005Miguel’s mind was restless at the hospital, even as he stood in the long white hallway, his thoughts were far away.He checked his wristwatch again, it's too early for lunch or for her to be asleep, yet she had not picked up his calls.He pulled his phone from the pocket of his coat and stared at the screen like it might answer him back, but nothing.He dialed her number again, the phone rang once, twice, three times, yet, there was no answer.Miguel dragged a hand through his hair in frustration.“Hope she’s okay?” he murmured to no one in particular, his voice sounded small in the empty corridor.He tried again, and got the same result, the ringing stopped, replaced by silence. He exhaled sharply and slipped the phone back into his pocket, only to pull it out again almost immediately. His fingers trembled as he scrolled through his call log. Isabella's name stared back at him over and over again.Isabella had never for once left his call unanswered before“Doctor Miguel, is ever

007“What?” Vanessa’s eyes widened in shock as the word slipped out of her mouth slowly, like her tongue could barely carry it. Her hand, which had been adjusting Andrea’s tie moments ago, fell to her side, the smile on her face cracked, then vanished completely, like her brain refused to process what she just heard.“She’s pregnant with your child?” she asked again.Andrea stood by the window, his back was turned to her. He watched as the city lights outside reflected faintly on the glass, casting shadows across his face. His shoulders were stiff, and his hands were buried deep in his trouser pockets like he was holding himself together.“How?” Vanessa continued. “You told me you guys never went intimate.” “The night she drugged me.” Andrea said with a voice lowVanessa’s face twisted with anger. “That bitch,” she cursed under her breath. “She drugged you just to hook you up with a child.”Vanessa moved closer and wrapped her arms around Andrea's waist, pressing her body against

009Andrea has been on the phone for over half an hour listening to his nagging Father. “Dad, I brought her into my house, and so?” He asked sharply into the phone, sounding irritated.Andrea stood beside the large glass window in his study, he watched as his reflection stared back at him.His fingers were drumming lightly against the glass as he spoke. The call was on speaker, and his father’s voice filled the room from the other end.“She’s carrying my child,” Andrea continued, his tone firm. “I can’t have her wandering the entire city and risking the health of my child.” He said, trying to make a point, there was a brief pause.“When did you become so possessive?” his father suddenly asked coldly. Andrea inhaled deeply, before he could reply, the old man spoke again, his voice heavier this time.“I left Isabel in your care before I traveled,” his father said slowly, “and instead of watching over her, you treated her like trash and cheated on her with her best friend.”“You even