บททั้งหมดของ Divorced while pregnant: His regret came too late: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Elara's breath caught up in her throat. She halted in her place like a statue. The world around her seemed to have stopped. She looked at Nathaniel, the man she had once loved so deeply. Today, that same man was threatening to take her baby frok her, just to satisfy his pride. She felt a cold chill run through her soul that no gentle smile and soft words could ever warm again. She felt as if the floor had opened up beneath her. The man who had ignored her existence for years,.the man who had broken her heart many times, he was now threatening to steal the very life growing inside her womb. Her breath came into gasps, her heart clenching inside her chest."What the hell are you saying, Nathaniel?" she whispered, her voice trembling with panic and a white hot rage as she glared at Nathaniel like a lioness ready to eat him alive. "You would take my child away from its mother? A child you didn't even know existed until yesterday? Hah. Amazing, Nathaniel Blackwood. Amazing!"The fury wa

Five years later The glass walls of the Hale Group’s London headquarters overlooked the beautiful scenery of Thames river, but the view was nothing compared to the woman sitting at the head of the table in all her glory. Five years had passed, and the soft spoken and gentle woman who was once labelled as the poor orphan and scholarship girl, had been forged into an iron queen.She was no longer the woman waiting for anyone's approval anymore. She was back as the Billionaire Hale heiress, the ice queen, Elara Hale.Nobody outside her family and friends knew her real name. All they knew was that the ice queen Hale heiress goes by E.H, a name that everyone spoke from fear and respect. Her name was carved with reverence yet fear both in the hearts of every executive from Canary Wharf to Wall Street of London.Elara sat with her chin held high, her back positioned straight. She was wearing a tailored navy color suit that fit her like a shield of a queen. Her eyes, which were once filled

At the JFK AirportThe whole JFK International Airport was chaotic with voices of travelers and rolling suitcases, but in the center of the VIP terminal, a cute and tiny girl stood out like a little furball. She was about four or five years old, wearing a ruffled pink trench coat and a pair of glittery boots that she tapped impatiently against the airport floor.Her big doe eyes were wide and bright with a mix of mischief and intelligence. She scanned the crowd with her deep and big eyes. The girl didn't look scared or afraid, though she looked like a little commander waiting for her troops to arrive so she could command them.Every time a security guard walked by, she passed them a cheeky smile, her dark curls bounced every time she titled her small head. She was undeniably cute. Even strangers stopped and smiled when they saw her cute face, but behind all the sweetness, there was also a stubbornness inside her eyes that suggested she was a handful.Suddenly, the huge glass doors of

The silence in the room was oppressive, but in Elara's mind, it was defaming and loud. Her thoughts careened and back to that cluttered and dusty corner of the storage room, to the tiny, velvet decorated trinket box she had hidden under a stack of old and worn linens.Inside that box was the evidence of her past which she had tried to never let her children see. The box had that single, candid photo from her wedding day with Nathaniel. She was looking at Nathaniel with a gaze so full of love, undeniable adoration, so much love that it pained her to even remember it. Nathaniel was looking away in the photo, his face was cold and detached, and yet he looked like a god in that wedding suit. “I should have burned that photo earlier,” she thought, a bitter bile rising in her throat. “I should have torn his face out of my history the moment I stepped onto that plane and left him.”Her mercy, her foolish, lingering sentiment had become the same weapon her children used to dismantle her pea

The roar of the private jet’s engine died down as it landed at the airport. Elara stepped onto the gangway, the New York wind whipping her hair across her face.Her eyes were red rimmed from all the hours she spent thinking about her little daughter. Her heart was only clinging by a desperate need to hold Emma and have her back.Christian walked beside her with a protective hand near her waist, while her parents followed, their faces etched with worry for their daughter and granddaughter.Noah walked marched along in the center of the group, clutching a tablet to his chest. He had refused to stay behind in London, throwing a huge tantrum, making pitiful faces at the family and at the end Elara ended up scooping him up in her arms and bringing him along.As they entered the terminal, Elara’s gaze darted frantically toward every corner of the place as if she could somehow find Emma out of the corners. The memory of the Roys phone call replayed in her mind like a broken record once agai