All Chapters of The Plus-Size Girl Claimed by 3 Daddies: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Sunday arrived. I got out of bed, wearing a simple light blue dress that Leon had bought for me a few days ago. I never asked for it, but he bought it somehow, and when I saw it hanging in the closet, it was simple, not luxurious, but beautiful on my current figure. In the dining room, Ethan was already sitting in his chair, eating his cereal eagerly. Leon sat beside him, looking at Ethan with a smile that had not left his face since the DNA test results came out. I could see how much Leon was trying to be a good father, present in every moment, enjoying every second with his son. "Mom!" Ethan shouted as soon as he saw me. "Daddy said we're going to the museum today!" "Are you happy?" "Very happy! I want to see the dinosaurs!" Leon laughed, his voice warm. "I promise, today we will see all the dinosaurs you want." We had breakfast together. Ethan talked nonstop about dinosaurs, about the giant bones he saw in books, about the T-Rex he called "King of the Dinosaurs." Leon

I spent every moment beside Leon, sitting on the cold plastic chair next to his bed in the ICU. His body was connected to various machines that hissed and beeped, the heart monitor displaying a green line that rose and fell in a rhythm that never felt stable enough to me. Leon was unconscious, not moving, only occasionally his fingers would twitch as if he was trying to reach for something in his dreams.I held his hand every day. I talked to him. I told him about Ethan, about how he asked every morning, "When is Dad coming home?"Adrian and Sebastian took turns watching over me. They brought me food I couldn't eat, cups of coffee that went cold before I touched them. They sat in the waiting room, their faces tired, but they never left."Have you slept?" Sebastian asked one night, his hand on my shoulder."I can't," I said, my eyes not leaving Leon. "How can I sleep when he's lying here?""I can watch him. Go sleep for a while, take a shower, anything.""I don't want to leave," I said

Ethan's funeral was held three days later, after the autopsy.I stood in front of the small white casket, decorated with flowers I had chosen myself — sunflowers, Ethan's favorite. Inside the casket, my son lay peacefully, his small hands holding his favorite plastic dinosaur, which I had placed beside him before the casket was closed.I didn't cry. I had run out of tears. What remained was an emptiness so deep, like a black hole in my chest that swallowed all feeling.Adrian and Sebastian stood beside me, silent. They wore black suits, their faces tense and full of sorrow. A few servants from the mansion came, heads bowed, not daring to look at me. I didn't care. I just stared at the casket, remembering Ethan's smile, his laughter, the way he called me "Mommy" with his sweet little voice."Ethan," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I promise, I will find out who did this to you. I promise they will pay."I placed a sunflower on top of his casket, and I kissed the cold wooden surf

Every afternoon, without ever missing a single day, Leon and I went to Ethan's grave.We sat on the green grass beside the clean, simple white marble headstone. Engraved on it was the name Ethan Harrington, with a birth date and a death date only five years apart.I brought a new toy every time I came. Sometimes another plastic dinosaur, because Ethan loved them so much. Sometimes a small toy car, or a picture storybook that he always used to ask me to read to him before bed. Today, I brought his favorite dinosaur—the worn one, with paint peeling off its tail, but he always hugged it when he slept.I placed the dinosaur on my lap, then stroked the cold surface of the headstone."Hello, Sweetheart," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "I'm here. I brought your friend. You must miss him, right?"I closed my eyes, imagining Ethan's laughter, the way he would run toward me, the way he would hug me tightly with his tiny hands."I miss you. Every day. Every hour. Every second. It feels like a par

I spent three days in the hospital. The doctor said I was severely dehydrated, extremely exhausted, and deeply traumatized. They recommended that I undergo therapy, but I refused. I didn't need a stranger to listen to my story. I needed my son back. But since that wasn't possible, I just needed to keep moving forward, even if every step felt like walking on broken glass.Leon picked me up from the hospital. Adrian and Sebastian followed behind in their own car. The ride back to the mansion felt silent, only the sound of the car engine and our alternating breaths. Leon held my hand the entire way, never letting go, as if he was afraid I would disappear if he released it.When we arrived at the mansion, everything felt different. The house that once felt warm and full of life now felt like a cold, silent museum. Every corner reminded me of Ethan, of his laughter, of his tiny footsteps, of the way he called for me.Leon helped me into the living room. He sat me down on the sofa, wrapped