Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Best Friend’s Uncle… and My Baby Daddy: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The day after the gala, the Headinberg estate was enveloped in a deceptive quiet. The morning sun filtered through the high windows, but the atmosphere inside was thick with the aftermath of the previous night’s revelations. In the morning room, the large television was tuned to the entertainment news, the volume just high enough to fill the silence."In entertainment news, London’s most eligible bachelor is officially off the market," the newscaster announced, her voice chirpy against the backdrop of a high-resolution photo of Eric and Autumn from the night before. "Revealed in a red-carpet interview during a formal dinner arranged by the Kingstons, Eric Kingston himself confirmed his marital status, accompanied by his wife."The screen flashed to a candid shot of them walking in—Eric looking every bit the regal protector, his hand possessively on Autumn’s waist."He also revealed she is the mother of the child earlier rumored to be his," the reporter continued. "Fans all over social

The grip Eric had on my waist was bruising. He didn't lead me out of the bistro; he practically hauled me. I could feel the eyes of every single person in the diner on my back, their whispers following us like a funeral procession."Eric, stop! You’re hurting me," I hissed, trying to pry his fingers off my skin.He didn't say a word. His jaw was set so tight I thought his teeth might crack. He threw open the door of the black SUV and practically shoved me inside. Before I could even scoot over, he slammed the door and climbed in beside me."Drive," he growled at the chauffeur.The partition went up immediately, sealing us in. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of Eric’s heavy, ragged breathing. He looked like a man on the edge of a violent outburst."Who is he?" Eric demanded. He didn't spare me a single glance. He just stared straight ahead at the darkened glass."He’s an old friend from university, Eric. Marco. I told Chloe—""I don't care what you told Chloe!" He t

The car pulled up to the Seta by Antonio Guida, and we were led through the sleek, turquoise-accented halls of the hotel to Seta by Antonio Guida. Eric had reserved a private section, a secluded nook that felt worlds away from the bustling streets of Milan. The lighting was low, the air filled with the scent of white truffles and aged wood. We were immediately ushered to our table by a waiter who moved like a ghost, pouring a deep, dark wine into our glasses before vanishing.We ordered a full-course meal, but I could barely focus on the food. Eric, on the other hand, seemed to be drinking more than usual. By the time the main course was cleared, he had finished six or seven glasses of wine. I was still nursing my first. He looked relaxed, his shoulders finally dropping from their usual rigid posture, but his eyes were slightly glazed—a sign he was a little buzzed."Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, his voice low and raspy."Yes, the food was delicious," I answered, nodding polite

The light from the morning sun blinded my eyes, forcing me to squint as I woke up in an unfamiliar room. For a split second, I panicked, my heart racing as I tried to remember where I was. Then, the events of last night crashed into my mind. I buried my face in the silk pillows, blushing at the memories of Eric’s demands and the way I had surrendered to them. My body ached—a deep, heavy soreness—but it was the good kind.I checked the bedside clock. It was almost ten in the morning, nearing midday. I had slept longer than I ever had since Finn was born.The room was vacant, the air still and quiet. I knew instinctively that Eric wasn't around; the "CEO" version of him probably had meetings that started at dawn. I sat up, clutching the sheets to my chest, and saw a small piece of stationery on the nightstand. The handwriting was sharp and elegant.‘I ordered breakfast. Just call the front desk and they will bring it up to you.’I felt a small, involuntary smile tug at my lips. He had r

The ride from the airport felt like it lasted a lifetime. Every red light was an insult, every car in our way a personal enemy. By the time the black SUV screeched to a halt in front of the hospital entrance, I was out the door before Eric could even kill the engine.My legs felt like lead, but I pushed through the sterile, white hallways, the scent of antiseptic stinging my nose. My heart was thumping a frantic rhythm against my ribs—please be okay, please be okay.I finally saw them at the end of a long corridor near the pediatric intensive care unit. Chloe was pacing, her face tear-stained and her hands shaking. But before I could reach her, before I could press her for the details I was dying to know, I saw her.Eleanor.She was standing there like a dark omen, her arms crossed over her designer coat, looking more annoyed than worried. The sight of her sent a jolt of pure, white-hot rage through my veins, temporarily numbing the fear."Chloe! What happened?" I gasped, reaching my