บททั้งหมดของ The Wrong Wife for Mr Whitmore: Pregnant, Divorced, Reclaime: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

VIVI’S POINT OF VIEW. Everything happens at once. One moment, Elias holds me in his arms, his tears dropping onto my shoulders. One moment ago, my heart felt full of elation and peace; the thought of finally having my love back felt surreal. Next, Elias falls to the floor, eyes shut, and unconscious. Without thinking, I rushed to him, falling to my knees beside him. “Elias!” I gasped, grabbing my face. Tapping on it, I whispered, my heart beating fiercely, fear and pain pulsing into one. “Please, wake up….what’s wrong with him?” “Get the hell away from my son!” Julian grunts, pushing me away roughly. My back hits the iron of the hospital bed hard. I groaned at the pain, but still pushed forward, reaching for Elias. “Careful with her!” I heard Felix yell before his arms wrapped around me. Helping me to my feet, he roars at his father, “Did you forget she’s pregnant?!” “Oh, please.” Reyna rolls her eyes, also on her knee beside Elias. “This is all her fault. And yours too! Any

Hello, everyone! How do we like this book so far....your opinions are like my lifeline, lol. Please let me know. I wanted to use this medium to let you know that this book will be taking a certain turn...I needed to be sure you all enjoy this up to this moment. Currently, there is a poll in my mind for who VIVI would end up with.Some want Felix, and others want Elias....I want to know your opinions. What do you think? Lol!I am excited to keep writing this book for you, and I really hope you enjoy every second of reading it....love you guys loads!Signed, Aurelia

VIVI’S POINT OF VIEW.“What do you mean I have a fever?” My face scrunched up in a frown. I stared at him from where he held me against his chest. His arms beneath my knees tightened just slightly as he adjusted me against him with disturbing ease. “You’re burning up,” Felix replied without looking at me. His jaw set tight with each step, eyes forward as he carried me around as if I weighed nothing. “And before you start arguing, you nearly collapsed twice.”“I’m pregnant, not dying.” I retorted, my head crashing against his chest as he walked. “Besides, it’s not like I was exposed to rain or a waterfall… It’s probably because I cried.” My head still pounded slightly from when I held my sobs in. My voice came out less hoarse than before, but still slightly cracked.“Doesn’t matter…you fainted in front of the entire country.” “The doctor has taken a look at me already.” For some reason, I didn’t want him to know I had a headache. It’s what happens when you stifle your sobs. If I get

VIVI’S POINT OF VIEW.His voice comes out lower than before, rougher somehow, too. The moment the words escape his lips, I feel something shift in the room. But maybe it’s just me…My fingers tightened instinctively around his, mirroring his move barely five seconds ago, while Doctor Brooklyn dimmed the lights slightly. The soft blue glow from the machine beside us became brighter, filling the room with an eerie sort of calm. That word, calm…it’s quite funny. Nothing about my life is calm now, and it hasn’t been in years. From the moment mom died, it’s been one chaos to another. “Alright, sweetheart, lift your shirt a little for me.” Doctor Brooklyn’s voice softened as she reached for a small bottle beside her. “A little heads up, dear, this might feel a little bit cold.”As I lifted my shirt, I saw from the corner of my eye that Felix immediately looked away. The movement was so fast, so immediate, it left me feeling both shocked, surprised, and honestly….pleasant.Felix never struc

VIVI’S POINT OF VIEW.The entire drive through outside the glass revolving doors of Whitmore Medical was pure chaos. Behind the darkness of the shades Felix placed around my face before we stepped out, all I could see were waiting reporters. They swarmed the entirety of the premises, their cameras and microphones hanging in the air.They all sat still, like they were waiting for someone to step out; well, for me to step out. However, the line of security men standing right in front of them prevented them from gaining access inside the hospital itself.“Stay close to me,” Felix whispered low in my ear,His grip on my hand for dear life as we took slow, unhurried steps towards what I recognized to be his waiting SUV. “Shouldn’t we be there walking faster?” I whispered back, clutching the ultrasound pictures in my hand for dear life. My other hand cradled my belly. We were walking too slowly…what if one of the reporters notices something was off with the two doctors walking out of the h