Semua Bab Dear Ex-Husband, Your Heirs Are Mine! : Bab 71 - Bab 80

HARPER: The lobby of the hospital had never felt so cold. I sat on the edge of a plastic chair, waiting for Alexander. I wasn't so sure that he was actually going come but I held onto the belief that he was going to. Every breath I took was a struggle. The only thing that stopped me from not breaking completely was the steady presence of Ross beside me. She had her hand on my arm, whispering reassurances into my ear that I couldn't hear. My focus was solely on the door. And then he walked in. The air escaped my lungs. Alexander. He strode through the entrance like he owned the place, his presence commanding, his eyes scanning the room. He was dressed in a dark suit, his hair slightly disheveled, his jaw tight with tension. James followed a few steps behind, his face unreadable. Our eyes met across the lobby. I watched his expression shift as he looked at me. Confusion. Recognition. And then dawning realization. "Luisa?" The word came out sharp, his eyes narrowing. "Wh

HARPER: The car was spacious but sitting beside Alexander made it feel so small. We drove through the city, my shoulders grazed Alexander's briefly when we passed through a bump. I swallowed, Ethan was cuddled against his chest, the two of them engaged in a conversation that made my heart ache. Ethan looked so small in Alexander's arms. So fragile. But there was a lightness in his eyes that I hadn't seen in weeks, a joy that made my chest tighten with complicated emotions. "And then Tommy said I couldn't play with them because I didn't have a daddy," Ethan was saying, his voice bright and animated. "He said only kids with daddies could play the game." Alexander's eyes never left the road. "That was wrong of him." "I know." Ethan nodded solemnly. "But I didn't have a daddy, so I just went and played by myself." "You have a daddy now," Alexander said, patting his head, almost gentle. "And no one is going to tell you that you can't play with them. Ever again." Ethan beamed, his s

ALEXANDER: I flipped the pen in my hand. The silence pressed against my ears making me things that weren't even there. I sat behind my desk, the leather chair creaking beneath me, my eyes fixed on a painting of the sky in front of me. But I wasn't seeing the painting. I was seeing Harper. The way she'd looked at me in the restaurant. Or maybe I was just thinking too much? But how dare Liam try to contact her? What was going on between them? I could have strangled his neck with my hands but when Harper placed her hands on my chest, her eyes filled with fear, something inside me snapped and I had to push back. It wasn't worth it. Not when Harper called my name like it meant something. I leaned back, my hands clasped behind my head. The memory of her touch lingered on my skin, warm and electric. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Couldn't stop thinking about her. And Ethan. My son. The boy I'd never known existed until a few weeks ago. It still baffled me that Harper had given bi

ALEXANDER: I still couldn't believe it. My father. My own father had orchestrated all of this. He'd stolen my son, destroyed my marriage, and manipulated me into believing a lie for years. And for what? For power? For control? For the sake of a legacy that meant nothing compared to the lives he'd ruined? I stood in the hallway, trying to calm myself down. Rowena was still screaming inside the room, thrashing in the hands of the guards, trying to find a way out of the mess she'd created. But I was done. Done with her lies, done with her games, done with everything she'd taken from me. "Guards," I said, my voice cold and commanding. "Make sure she is locked in this room. She is not to leave. She is not to speak to anyone. Is that understood?" The guards nodded at my command. They finally grabbed Rowena in their hands and dragged her out. "Alexander, please," Rowena sobbed. "You can't do this to me. I love you. I've always loved you." "Love?" I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. "You

HARPER: Alexander's words died in my ears because the only thing that I could hear repeatedly was... I never paid for your mother's care. Not a single penny. She died because you couldn't save her. My mother didn't deserve to die. I had married Alexander because I thought his father was going to pay my mother bills. I stayed in the loveless marriage because I felt indebted to him even when my mother died. But now my sacrifice was nothing. My mother had died because of me. My knees buckled. The ground rushed up to meet me, but before I could hit the floor, Alexander's arms were around me, pulling me against his chest. "Harper. Harper, I've got you. I've got you." I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. The tears were streaming down my face, hot and relentless, but I barely felt them. All I could feel was the crushing weight of guilt, pressing down on me like a physical force. God, I didn't know when Ethan and Elias pushed open the door and rushed to my side but suddenly they were t