บททั้งหมดของ A SURROGATE TO MY BILLIONAIRE EX HUSBAND : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Celyne POVGrief never arrived loudly for me anymore.It came quietly.Like something familiar.Something that had already made a home inside my chest years ago and never truly left.The day had finally come.The remembrance.Every year, I told myself it would get easier.And every year, I lied.I stood in front of the mirror for a long moment, staring at my reflection without truly seeing it. The black dress hanging loosely against my body only made me look paler than I already felt. My fingers brushed lightly against my stomach instinctively.A soft breath escaped my lips.Sometimes I still couldn’t believe there was a child growing inside me while my own body was slowly betraying me.Life and death existing together.Cruel.Almost poetic.I looked away from the mirror before my thoughts could sink deeper.Today was already hard enough.And somehow, my aunt deciding to come along only made it worse.That alone was suspicious.Mandy hated emotional gatherings unless there was somethi

Celyne povThe drive back from the cemetery felt longer than it should have. Maybe because my mind refused to stay quiet. Or maybe because no matter how hard I tried, Alexander’s voice kept replaying in my head. When do you plan to come back to the house? The question irritated me more than it should have. How could he ask me that so casually? What if I didn’t want to come back? What if I was tired of returning to places that only reminded me how temporary I was in his life? My fingers tightened slightly against my lap as I stared out the car window. And then there was something else bothering me. He remembered. My parents’ death anniversary. Even after everything between us… he still remembered. That alone unsettled me more than I wanted to admit. A tired breath left my lips as I leaned back slightly. Maybe I was overthinking ever

Damien POVThe city lights stretched endlessly beyond the glass walls of Damien Laurent’s penthouse, cold and distant against the silence surrounding him.His suit jacket rested carelessly over the couch beside him, untouched since he returned from the cemetery.But his thoughts never truly left there.They stayed with her.Celyne.Damien stood quietly near the window, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other held a glass he had barely touched.Her face kept replaying in his mind.Not because she was beautiful.Though she was.It was something else.The exhaustion in her eyes.The way she carried herself like someone forcing her body to keep moving even when it no longer wanted to.And the strangest part?No one around her seemed to notice it properly.Or maybe they noticed…and simply didn’t care enough.His phone suddenly vibrated against the table behind him.Damien glanced at the screen briefly before answering.“William.”The older man’s voice came immediately.“Did you se

Clara povClara had always been good at reading people.Not in the obvious way others did… not by their words or smiles.But by the things they tried too hard to hide.And lately, Celyne had become a puzzle she couldn’t ignore.Too quiet.Too careful.Too withdrawn.At first, Clara had convinced herself it was stress. Pregnancy. Emotional strain. The usual explanation people gave when they didn’t want to look deeper.But the feeling refused to leave her alone.Something was wrong.And worse—Celyne was hiding it.Clara stood in front of the mirror in her room, adjusting her earrings slowly as she thought.Then she sighed.“I’ll be traveling for a short business trip,” she murmured to herself.That was the lie she had decided on.Simple. Clean. Believable.The truth was far less innocent.She wasn’t traveling.She wasn’t going anywhere.She was staying back.And she was going to look deeper into Celyne’s life.Clara’s eyes narrowed slightly.“I’ll tell her I want to renovate the house,

Celyne POVHospitals had a way of making silence feel heavier.The moment I stepped inside the building, the familiar scent of medicine and antiseptic settled around me like a memory I could never escape. My fingers tightened slightly around my bag as I walked quietly through the hallway, trying to steady my breathing.And suddenly—the memories came back again.The cold hospital beds.The quiet pity in nurses’ eyes.The unbearable silence after every miscarriage.I remembered lying awake for nights afterward, staring at ceilings that never answered my prayers, wondering what was so wrong with me that my body kept failing the children I tried so hard to keep.The pain had never truly left.Not physically.Not emotionally.Even now, sometimes I still heard those words in my head.“We’re sorry… we couldn’t save the baby.”My throat tightened slightly at the memory.Back then, every loss felt like a part of me was being buried quietly where nobody could see it.And now…with another chil