Todos los capítulos de Carrying The Billionaire's Child : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 46

One Week After Parenting ClassThe letter arrived on a Tuesday.Elara found it on the kitchen counter where Helen had left the mail, a cream colored envelope with her name written in elegant script.No return address.She opened it carefully.Inside was a single handwritten page.Dear Elara,I know I have no right to reach out to you. I know that after everything I have done, you probably hate me. And you have every reason to.I'm writing this from a rehabilitation facility in Connecticut where I've been receiving treatment for the past month. My lawyer arranged it as part of my bail conditions. At first, I was furious. I thought I didn't need help. That everyone else was wrong and I was justified in my actions.But therapy has opened my eyes to things I didn't want to see. My obsession with Sebastian. My inability to accept rejection. The cruel and bad things I did to you because I couldn't handle the fact that he chose you over me.I was wrong. About everything.I'm not asking for fo

Friday - NoonCafé Luxembourg was exactly what Elara had hoped for bright, busy, full of witnesses.She sat at a corner table, Marco positioned three tables away with clear sight lines to her and both exits. He had arrived an hour early to check the space, just like he had promised.Elara checked her phone. 12:03.Cassandra was late.Maybe she wouldn't show. Maybe this whole thing had been…“Elara.”She looked up.Cassandra stood beside the table, and Elara barely recognized her.Gone was the perfectly styled hair and designer clothes. Instead, Cassandra wore simple jeans, a plain sweater, minimal makeup. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She looked... normal and tired.“Thank you for coming,” Cassandra said quietly. “May I sit?”Elara nodded, not trusting her voice.Cassandra sat, setting her purse carefully on the table. “I wasn't sure you would actually show up.”“I almost didn't.”“I wouldn't have blamed you.” Cassandra's hands twisted in her lap. “After everything I did, it

The CPS investigators were a man and a woman.They looked professional and their faces were neutral.They were carrying clipboards and wearing expressions that gave nothing away.Sebastian met them at the door.“Mr. Vale.” The woman extended her hand. “I'm Investigator Sandra Cole. This is my colleague David Park. We're here regarding a welfare concern filed about an unborn child at this address.”“I'm aware of why you're here.” Sebastian stepped aside. “Come in.”He had called his lawyer the moment the front desk buzzed.She had arrived two minutes before CPS.Now she stood in the living room, composed and prepared, as the investigators settled onto the couch with their clipboards.“We would like to speak with Ms. Moore directly,” Investigator Cole said.“She's resting,” Sebastian said. “She was hospitalized earlier today.”“We're aware. We still need to speak with her.” Cole's voice was polite but firm. “It's standard procedure.”Sebastian's jaw tightened.He went to get Elara.She