All Chapters of Dear Ex-Husband, Your Heirs Are Mine! : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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51. It's Fine

HARPER:Liam stared at me for a long moment, his eyes searching my face. I could see the thoughts racing behind them… confusion, surprise, calculation. He was putting pieces together, rearranging his understanding of everything he thought he knew. But to his credit, he didn’t push. Instead, he turned to James, his voice calm but edged with steel. “It seems the lady doesn’t want to talk about it yet. Drop it.”James opened his mouth to argue but one look from Liam silenced him. He nodded, returning his attention to his food. I sat there frozen, my heart pounding. My hands were trembling beneath the table and I pressed them against my thighs to still them. The food in front of me was suddenly unappetizing, the rich flavors turning bitter on my tongue. Now, they both knew my secret. Before I could think much about it, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out. The air caught in my lungs. Alexander: Where are you? It’s 2am. Elias woke up asking for you. My stomach dropped. Fu

52. A Job Done Right

ROWENA:The penthouse was beautiful. All glass and marble and sweeping views of the city skyline. Alexander had bought it years ago, a lavish investment that had sat empty for most of its existence. Now, it was my prison. I sat at the dining table, my fingers drumming against the polished surface. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second a reminder of how long I’d been trapped here. Three days. Three damn days since Alexander had sent me away like a misbehaving child. He's been acting weird since that insufferable nanny had wormed her way into my home, my life, my husband’s attention. Luisa. Or should I say, Harper?My hands curled into fists. My blood boiled. It felt like I was sitting in a bowl of hot water. I’d known from the moment I saw her. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way Alexander looked at her. It was all so obvious, so infuriatingly obvious. She thought she could hide behind red hair and a different name, what a stupid woman.The maid finally appe

53. Don't Leave Me

HARPER:The sound of heels clicking against marble sent a chill down my spine. I knew that sound. It was a sound that I hadn’t heard in the past four days. What was she doing back here?I looked up from Elias’s plate, my hand freezing mid-motion. Rowena stood in the doorway of the dining room, looking elegant. “Good morning,” Rowena said, walking closer toward us. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”I stared at her, my mind racing. She was supposed to be at the other penthouse right? Alexander had sent her away, and had made it clear she wasn’t welcome here. So why was she back?Had Alexander forgiven her so fast?“Elias,” I said carefully. “Finish your breakfast.”Elias nodded, his eyes fixed on his plate. He hadn’t looked up once since Rowena entered. His small body had gone rigid, his shoulders hunched like he was bracing for impact. Rowena glided across the room and stopped at the head of the table, her eyes sweeping over Elias like he was a possession she was inspecting. “Where is

54. Dying

HARPER:“Help, Please!” I screamed, on top of my lungs. My throat was raw. I screamed until my voice cracked and died in my throat but no matter how loud my voice was, no one came to help. My chest tightened. Tears streamed down my face as I held on to Elias. They just stood there, a circle of strangers, their faces twisted with shock and disgust. “That woman is a terrible mother.”“Did you see how she let him climb that ride? What was she thinking?”“Some people just shouldn’t have children.”Their words cut through me like shards of glass. I wanted to scream at them, tell them to leave if they weren’t going to help but the words just wouldn’t come out of my mouth. Everything was going fine. He was happy. Why did this have to happen?“Ahhh!” the sound tore out of my throat. I shook Elias to stand up but he wouldn’t move. All I could do was hold Elias’s broken body, his blood soaking through my clothes, his breathing so shallow I could barely feel it. “Please,” I sobbed, my hands

55. One More Chance

ALEXANDER:This was my fault. My jaw clenched so tight it ached. I should have never trusted her. I should have never let her near my son. I’d seen the signs, that was the funny thing and I had ignored them all because Elias had wanted to be with her. And now my son is lying in a hospital bed because of my stupidity. I pushed open the door to Elias’s room, my heart was beating so fast. The sight that greeted me nearly broke me. He was so small in that bed, surrounded by machines, tubes and wires snaking across his body. His face was pale, his eyes closed, the only thing that made me breathe a little was the sight of his chest rising and falling. But that was with the help of the ventilator. I crossed the room in three steps, collapsing into the chair beside his bed. My hand reached for his, his tiny fingers limp and cold in my grip. “Elias,” I whispered. “It’s Daddy. I’m here.”If only he could answer me but I was answered with the steady beep of the machines. “Please,” I begge

56. Hanging on

ALEXANDER: Three days. It’s been three days since my son was wheeled into this hospital, his life hanging in the balance. Elias still hadn’t woken up. I’d not been able to concentrate on work for a long time and James had been the one to be checking up on him. But I had some free time today and wanted to check how my son was fairing. I pushed open the door to his private suite, my hands clenched at my sides. James followed behind me, his footsteps quiet. He had been with me every step of the way, handling calls and managing the press. The room was void of any human voice except the sound of the machine beeping that at this point it made the hair on my hands rise. I froze. In the corner was Luisa. She was asleep in the chair beside Elias’s bed, her head resting on the edge of the mattress, her hand loosely gripping it. Her hair was a tangled mess, dark circles shadowed her eyes and her clothes…it looked a bit rumpled like she hadn’t changed in days. She looked terrible.

57. Fired?

HARPER: There is nothing someone like you can do for my son other than hurt him. The sentence echoed in my mind for the tenth time. The words shouldn’t hurt as it did but well, it did. I felt the impact deep in my chest, twisting pain that stole my breath. He was right though. I hadn’t protected Elias. I shouldn’t have let him get hurt. I’d failed him in the worst possible way. What was my purpose if I couldn’t keep my own son safe? I sat there, frozen, the tears streaming down my face because at a point or another, I had decided that I didn’t care. The guilt was suffocating, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t escape. I should have seen the danger. I was his mother. I should have known something was wrong. The ride had been fine one minute and then the next… What if he doesn’t wake up? What if I never get to hear his voice again? The thought was unbearable. I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying to stifle the sobs that were trying to escape. Alexander wa

58. Back Home

HARPER:The taxi ride felt endless. Every bump in the road, every red light, every moment that passed felt like an eternity. I stared out the window, my reflection ghostly in the glass, my eyes red and swollen from crying.I couldn't stop seeing Elias's face. The way he'd looked at me when he woke up. The way he'd called for his mother. The way he'd said "Mummy" and meant someone else.The pain was unbearable, a constant ache in my chest that wouldn't go away. I pressed my hand against my heart, trying to steady my breathing.He's okay. He's awake. He's going to be fine.But the thought didn't comfort me. Because I knew, deep down, that he wasn't safe. Not as long as Rowena was around. Not as long as Alexander refused to see the truth.I needed to be strong. For Elias. For Ethan. For myself.But the moment I stepped out of the taxi and walked up to Daniel's door, all my resolve crumbled.I knocked. Nothing.I knocked again. Still nothing.I pulled out my phone, my hands trembling, and

59. A Date With Emotions

HARPER:I needed this.After everything that had happened, after the hospital, after Alexander's cruel words, after the terrifying realization that my son wasn't safe, I needed this. A moment of normalcy. A moment of peace.Daniel had suggested it. "You've been cooped up for days. Ethan misses you. Let's just go out, have some fun, pretend the world isn't falling apart for a few hours."I'd agreed, mostly because Ethan had looked at me with those big brown eyes and said, "Please, Mommy?" And I couldn't say no to that face. I could never say no to that face.So here we were. A small family restaurant, the kind with checkered tablecloths and mismatched chairs. Ethan was across from me, his face smeared with chocolate ice cream, his little legs swinging beneath the table."I missed you so much, Mommy," he said, licking his spoon. "Like, so, so much. More than anything."I smiled, reaching across to wipe a smudge of chocolate from his cheek. "I missed you too, baby."I laughed, the sound

60. A Terrible Mother

HARPER:I woke to the sound of someone moving through the apartment. For a moment, I was disoriented, my mind still foggy with sleep. Then I felt the weight of Ethan's small body pressed against my side, his breathing slow and even.The memories came flooding back. Elias. The hospital. Alexander's cruel words. The promise I'd made to myself to fight for my son.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the thoughts away. But they wouldn't leave. They never left.The door creaked open, and Ross poked her head in. Her red hair was a wild mess, her eyes bright with energy."Good morning, sleeping beauty," she said, her voice low so she wouldn't wake Ethan. "I let myself in."I blinked, sitting up slowly. "What time is it?""Almost nine. You were out cold."I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the exhaustion. I hadn't slept well. I never slept well anymore. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elias's face, pale and still. I heard the machines beeping, the ventilator hissing. I felt the terror of a

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