All Chapters of Seven Days to Say Goodbye: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

Damian finally returned to the estate shortly after I sent my confirmation email.I was sitting on the sofa when he walked in. The moment his sharp eyes landed on me, they frosted over with suppressed rage."Selena," he began, his voice tight. "Are you satisfied now?""I just received a summons from the Commission.""They’re claiming that as the Moretti heir, I misappropriated family medical resources, leading to a shortage. Even the Don gave me a dressing down. In this entire family, who else would be petty enough to snitch on me but you?"He strode over, looming over me like a shadow, his face twisted with disgust."Evelyn just lost her husband. She’s pregnant and vulnerable. You’ve never been a mother, Selena; you have no idea how hard it is for her. Stop acting out. Be sensible for once, okay?"The corners of my mouth quirked into a ghost of a smile, though my chest felt like it was being hollowed out.Evelyn lost a husband, so he became her guardian.And me? I nearly lost our chil

Chapter 2

The moment I hung up, the surgical wound on my back flared with a white-hot intensity.I curled into a ball on the sofa, cold sweat drenching my clothes. Outside, the world was ending; thunder rattled the windows and lightning tore through the sky. Damian emerged from his study, phone in hand, looking hurried."Damian... I'm so scared," a woman’s voice whimpered through the speaker. In the quiet living room, her feigned sob was crystal clear."The thunder is so loud... the baby is kicking... I’m scared I can’t protect him. Please, can you come over?""Damian." My fingers dug into the leather of the sofa until my nails nearly drew blood. "Don’t go."He paused, looking back at me with blatant impatience. "Selena, I told you, Evelyn’s situation is delicate.""I don't feel well either," I whispered, my voice trembling as sweat beaded on my forehead."Can’t you stay? Just long enough to call a doctor for me?"The crash had left me physically shattered. The sudden drop in pressure from the s

Chapter 3

The next day, when Damian returned to the estate draped in the morning chill, he was met with my hollow, expressionless face.Sensing a shift, he tried to act casual, unbuttoning his shirt."Selena, I told you not to wait up."He reached out for an embrace, but I subtly stepped aside.The deadness in my eyes seemed to unnerve him. Even though I was standing right in front of him, he felt a sudden, inexplicable distance—as if I were already fading away."Selena, I know I’ve been preoccupied lately," he said, a rare note of guilt in his voice."The day after tomorrow is your birthday. I promise I’ll cancel all Commission meetings. I’ll spend the whole day with you, okay?"I forced a small, thin smile onto my porcelain-pale face. "Okay."Damian let out a sigh of relief.When my birthday arrived, he was unnervingly energetic, as if overcompensating for his absence. Throughout the drive, he talked incessantly about the family’s future expansion, trying to spark the "loyalty" I was supposed

Chapter 4

Early the next morning, I went to the family’s private hospital alone for a prenatal check-up.I sat in the OB-GYN waiting area, head down, scrolling through the itinerary confirmation email sent by Professor Clark.Just then, a familiar voice drifted from the far end of the corridor."Evelyn, slow down. The floor is slick."I looked up.Damian was there, cautiously supporting Evelyn as they walked toward me.One hand was protectively around her waist, the other held her medical folder. Those hands—hands that usually commanded life and death with cold precision—were now moved by a tenderness that felt almost alien.Evelyn leaned against his shoulder, a radiant, triumphant glow on her face.In that moment, they looked like the only real couple in the building.I lowered my gaze and stood up to leave, intent on avoiding them.However, fate had other plans. Just as I finished my exam and stepped out of the consultation room, I ran right into Evelyn.She stepped into my path, her eyes drop

Chapter 5

When I safely touched down in Chicago, miles away in Manhattan, Damian finally felt the weight of my absence.A sudden, hollow ache began to gnaw at him. He remembered how ghost-white my face had been at the hospital and felt a prick of unease."Evelyn, I have to go see Selena tonight," he said. "Something wasn't right with her at the hospital."Evelyn clung to his arm, her voice honey-sweet. "Damian, you promised to stay with me. The baby needs you. If you’re so worried about that woman, just give her a call."But the unease wouldn't leave him.He dialed my private line—the encrypted one.Power off.He tried again. Still off.He called a third time, only to be redirected to voicemail.In ten years, this had never happened. Since the day I became his wife, that phone had never been turned off.A wave of pure panic crashed over him. He grabbed his coat, ignoring Evelyn’s indignant screech behind him."Damian! You promised!"Evelyn tried to grab him from behind, but the man, now on the v

Chapter 6

Damian woke on the cold floor the next morning. After a night spent drowning in agony, his face was gaunt, his spirit utterly broken.But he didn't rest. He scrambled to gather his things, possessed by the naive delusion that if he could just get to Chicago and apologize in person, he could fix the unfixable.He was like a madman, demanding his private jet be readied immediately.But the doors of the estate were thrown open before he could leave.The elders of the Commission—men of gravitas and white hair—filed in. They looked at the wreckage of the room and the hollow shell of a man standing before them with nothing but pure disappointment."Damian, you have failed us," the Grand Elder said, his cane striking the marble with a thunderous crack. "For the sake of a widow cast out by another family, you didn't just misappropriate family resources—you drove away Selena!""Selena was not just your wife; she was the most gifted negotiator the Moretti family has ever seen," the Elder barked.

Chapter 7

By my third year in Chicago, I had become the most feared commercial negotiator in the American underworld.I had shed my past like a dead skin, pouring every waking hour into building my own empire. I redrew the maps for the Chicago outfits, replacing street wars with high-stakes leverage at the boardroom table. I had earned the absolute respect of the Midwest.My son, Luca, was two years old now. He had Damian’s piercing grey-blue eyes, but his smile was untainted by shadows. From the day Luca was born, Caesar had treated him as his own—teaching him to read, walking him along the shores of Lake Michigan, and carrying him on his shoulders through the estate.Luca called Caesar "Daddy," his voice bright and certain.He never knew the other man existed.To celebrate the formal signing of the new Family Alliance, Caesar threw a gala in my honor at our estate on the Chicago River.The hall was ablaze with light, the air thick with smooth jazz. I wore a custom emerald-green gown, holding a

Chapter 8

Caesar leaned down and scooped Luca up. Luca naturally looped his small arms around Caesar’s neck, burying his face in the crook of the man's shoulder."Daddy, it’s cold out here," Luca mumbled.Caesar kissed the boy’s forehead. "Let’s get you back inside then. Mommy will be right there."Damian watched the scene—his son calling another man "Daddy," laughing lightheartedly in that man's arms. His lips trembled violently, his expression that of a man who had been hollowed out from the inside."No... Luca... he’s mine..."The realization finally hit him with the force of a landslide. I had a new husband—a man a hundred times more powerful than him, a man who actually knew how to respect me. And his own flesh and blood was flourishing under another man's protection."No, don't trouble yourself," I said calmly to Caesar.Caesar gave Damian one last, glacial look before turning to carry Luca back into the warmth of the estate.I took a step forward, looking directly into Damian’s single, de

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