บททั้งหมดของ Seven Days to Say Goodbye: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

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

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

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.

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