All Chapters of Mr. Billionaire, Your Heir Isn’t Yours!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ELENADays turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Little by little, my belly grew larger.I had long since lost track of exactly how many weeks it had been since my last prenatal checkup. All I knew was that the baby inside me was moving more and more often, and these days, I wore nothing but loose-fitting clothes.I was living in a small town far from the capital—a place where no one knew the Ashford name, and no one knew who my husband had once been. After I was thrown out, I moved from one job to another.At first, I worked as a waitress at a small restaurant near the bus terminal. The pay was barely enough, but it covered the rent for a cramped boarding-room. Then I found a job as a cinema ticket clerk. The hours were more regular, but the pay was even smaller.Now, on top of those jobs, I worked as a freelance housekeeper whenever I could. Washing clothes, cooking, cleaning people's homes—anything, as long as it paid. I deliberately kept myself busy. The more exhausted my body

ELENA“Congratulations, Mrs. Elena. It’s a boy.”“Thank you, Doctor.”The moment I finally gave birth to my baby boy all by myself, I broke down in tears. Yes. All alone.There was no family by my side, no one holding my hand. The only people there were the doctors and nurses helping me through the delivery. Every time a wave of contractions tore through me, I could only squeeze my eyes shut and silently repeat one name in my head while clinging to the last scraps of my consciousness.I had to hold on. This baby was all I had left in this world. Then, finally, a piercing cry shattered the silence of the room. My ragged breathing and the sweat soaking my face suddenly felt worth it the moment I saw my tiny baby boy.Leon.A name I had chosen long ago, in the quiet loneliness of my life. But the happiness lasted only a moment. The warmth of Leon against my chest was suddenly taken away when the medical team hurried him out of the room. The atmosphere instantly turned tense. The doctor, w

CEDRICIt felt as though my entire world had stopped turning. The air around me seemed to vanish as every word that left Elena’s lips crashed into my ears.The butterfly hair clip belonged to Elena. The woman that night… was her.“What… what do you mean?” My voice came out strangled, barely more than a whisper caught in my throat. My jaw clenched hard, every muscle in my body going rigid as I stared into her tear-filled red eyes. “Do you even realize what you’re saying, Elena?”“I’m not lying, Cedric…” Elena’s sobs grew heavier, her chest rising and falling as she struggled beneath the weight of fear and despair. “That night… at the hotel… the masked woman who was with you in the darkness… that was me.”A sudden, pounding headache seized me. The memory of that forbidden night that had haunted me for months suddenly replayed in my mind like a broken recording. The burning heat of alcohol and the effects of the aphrodisiac, the faint touches of the mysterious woman whose face I had neve

ELENABecoming a mother taught me one thing: there is no pain in this world more unbearable than watching your own flesh and blood fight for his life while you can do nothing but stand there, frozen and helpless, unable to take his place.The hallway of St. Jude Hospital felt cold and unfamiliar tonight. The sharp scent of antiseptic stung my nose, mingling with the frantic rhythm of my heartbeat. In an examination room not far from here, Cedric was undergoing a series of blood tests and pre-transplant evaluations with a team of specialists. He had followed every procedure without complaint, willingly placing himself in their hands for the sake of a baby whose existence he had only learned about a few hours ago.My trembling steps came to a stop in front of the thick glass wall of the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit.Inside, lying in a tiny crib with transparent railings, was the little boy who had become my entire reason for continuing to breathe.Leon.Monitor cables and delicate tube

ELENAAt seven in the morning, the air in the corridor of St. Jude Hospital was bitterly cold, as though it had frozen the breath in my lungs along with everything else. My heart pounded wildly against my ribcage, racing to a rhythm I couldn't explain.Cedric and I hadn't talked much last night. After I said those final words, Gavin had come to fetch me from the nursery and escort me back to my room. Once again, I found myself lost in thought over the way Cedric treated me as though I were some kind of VIP patient who needed constant supervision.And now, right before my eyes, the double doors leading to the main operating suite stood tall and intimidating.I stood frozen as the small medical gurney carrying Leon was pushed through the doors by two nurses dressed in sterile surgical attire. Beside the gurney, Cedric walked with steady strides, dressed in dark green surgical scrubs. His face was calm, but his sharp eyes locked onto mine for several seconds before the automatic sliding