บททั้งหมดของ Divorced while pregnant: His regret came too late: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

"Melissa,” Nathaniel said and his expression shifted instantly as his eyes fell on the woman. The softness he had shown Emma now turned to a mask of cold expression.He didn't move toward the woman. In fact he seemed to withdraw into himself, he stood in front of Emma as if shielding the little girl.“What are you doing here?” Nathaniel spoke, his voice flat and devoid of any warmth. Melissa offered a soft and gleaming smile to him as she tried to fake her sweetness once again. She had spent the last five years trying to push herself Nathaniel’s life, but he had made it nearly impossible for her to even reach him. He rarely answered her calls, his replies to her messages were often one word dismissals which were also sent days late, and he never invited her to his home again. To the public, she was the woman most likely to become the next Mrs. Blackwood as Aurelia favoured her more than anything. But to Nathaniel, she was nothing anymore. He only didn't tell her to get lost because

After a few hours in the Blackwood estate-It was already going to be noon. Nathaniel had cancelled yet another meeting for Emma. He was sitting in the library, with Emma reading some of his books. More like the little girl was seeing the pictures of one of the encyclopaedias. He had told her to call her parents again, but she placated him with her big eyes, promising she'd call once she was done with the book. He sighed, knowing he couldn't say no to this little mischievous angel.All of a sudden, the silence of the library was shattered by the vibration of Emma's smartphone on the table.Nathaniel stared at it for a moment. The contact was saved with two purple hearts. He took a deep breath and then pressed the phone to his ear. "Who is this?" He asked in his firm voice.There was a brief pause on the other end of the line and then a man’s voice came through it. It was deep, composed, and carried the unmistakable tone of someone who was also used to being in control like Nathaniel

“What?” Nathaniel’s voice came out painful as if the word had sounded in his heart. He stared at Christian’s hand resting on Elara’s waist. The touch looked natural, easy, like it belonged there, and something twisted painfully in his chest.“You’re lying,” he said, shaking his head slowly, his gaze still fixed on them. “This… this has to be some kind of joke.”His voice came out hollow without any real sound behind it. “You are playing some games with me, right? Elara…please say it's a lie…” he added, though he could even hear the lack of conviction and pain in his own voice.Christian looked at Nathaniel with the pitying gaze one might give a man who had already lost everything and hadn't realized it yet. "It’s not a game, Nathaniel. Emma is my daughter. She has my name, she has my heart, and she has a father who actually wanted her from the day she was born. Not a man who treated her mother like an obligation."The words were a direct hit, like a shard of glass driven into the cen

In The Hale Mansion- Christian stepped fully towards Elara. He looked at her, his gaze and eyes soft with care and genuine affection for Elara. He wasn't just a business partner or a family friend for her; he was the man who had picked up the pieces of her life in London when Nathaniel Blackwood had left them shattered. "Elara, listen to me," Christian began to say something which he wanted to say to Elara for a long time, his voice calm and persuasive. "As long as you are single in the eyes of the public and Nathaniel, he will definitely see a way to follow you all the time. He will see it as a way to worm his way back in, using the children as his excuse. Christian continued,“He’s obsessed with the idea of having you. I think his ego is wounded because you had left him years back and that's why he wanted you back to satisfy his ego, and he’ll never stop until he’s picked apart your life."Elara looked up at him, her eyes weary. "Then what are you suggesting, Christian? We’ve al

Elara and Christian stood before her parents and brother in the grand Hale dining room. It was finally decided. Elara took a deep breath, her fingers interlaced with Christian’s as she looked at Richard, Katherine, and Elliott."I’ve made my decision," Elara said, her voice projecting a strength she didn't entirely feel. "I’m going to marry Christian. It’s time we put a formal end to the shadows of my past and secure our future."Richard let out a sigh of relief, stepping forward to clasp Christian’s shoulder. "It’s the right choice, Elara. For you, for the company, and for the children. Christian is the best choice ever."But the children weren't so easily convinced. Emma stood by the buffet, her small arms crossed tightly over her chest, her doe eyes shimmering with a mixture of confusion and stubbornness. "I like Uncle Christian,," she said, her voice small but clear. "He’s my Pops forever and ever. But Mommy... he isn’t the King Man. He isn’t my Daddy."The words cut through Elar