Todos los capítulos de THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

GEORGE "The baby is Karl's." The name sat in the recovery room longer than either of us seemed willing to be the one to break it.  I had spent months building a picture of us in the back of my mind without ever imagining some faceless, formless idea of a child. I hadn't built another father into that picture.  Now I had one, and it was the last name I would have chosen if choosing had ever been on the table.  I thought of him in ways I didn't want to, standing in doorways, sitting across dinner tables, existing in every room I'd ever shared with my own family before I'd learned to stop expecting anything from it.  I thought of the version of him that must have touched her once, gently enough that this had happened, and how strange it was that everything else I knew of him could sit inside the same man.  Karl had l

LEILA Three days later, George's car hadn't fully stopped before the first camera flash hit the front windshield. By the time George opened my door, a wall of reporters had already closed around the entrance steps of the Apex Prize headquarters, microphones stretched out ahead of them like spears, voices overlapping into a single wall of noise that cut through the afternoon air. "Ms. Stonne, KTLA, can you confirm the rumors about your pregnancy?" "Leila, Los Angeles Times, over here, just one question about your career!" "Ms. Stonne, is it true the design's being expanded to a second site?" George stepped forward before I got out of the car, his frame filling the space between the open door and the nearest microphone before I'd even found my footing on the pavement. He held one hand up, and the chaotic noise dropped by half almost instantly unde

LEILATwo weeks had passed since the interview, since the prize money cleared, since I'd signed the lease on this apartment; the Apex committee's idea of a welcome gift, all glass and clean lines on the fourteenth floor. I still hadn't gotten used to the quiet of it. No water stains on the ceiling, no thin walls carrying someone else's argument through. Just floor-to-ceiling windows and a skyline that didn't belong to anyone who could take it away from me. I was scheduled to meet with the general contractor and all the partners next week to begin turning two years of drawings into something real. Five hundred million dollars in capital, my name on the paperwork instead of buried under someone else's. Everything I'd wanted since the night I typed my resignation letter into the dark was finally sitting in front of me. The soft tap against my door dragged me from the early morning sleep. Blinking away the haze, I walked slowly and pulled it open.My breath hitched instantly, a rush o

GEORGEThe rain was steady against the penthouse windows by the time I got home, my jacket still damp as I pulled it off and called Leila before I'd even turned on the lights."How's she doing today?" I asked, settling onto the couch."Kicking a little more than usual," Leila said, and I could hear the warm smile in her tone through the line. "I think she likes the rain.""My meeting ran long tonight," I said, looking out at the blurred city lights below. "The board wanted a full progress review on the Western Market site before they'd sign off on the next phase.""You sound exhausted," she said."I am. You sound it too.""Long day," she admitted. "More aches than usual, if I'm honest."Something in the way she said it sat heavier in my chest than I let on."I'll come by tomorrow morning," I said. "So we visit the doctor. Just to be sure.""I'm fine, George. It's not something you should worry about." she said. "The doctor cleared my charts yesterday. I'm already reviewing the master

KARLIt was half past six in the morning, and I was already standing at the grand window of my office. The city below the clear glass line was still gray and half-lit by the early sun. My phone suddenly buzzed against my desk, the sharp vibration sounding loud in the quiet suite. I turned away from the glass. My palms felt cold against the phone as I picked it up. Sabrina Hale. I stood right there by the window pane, letting the bright light of the screen hit my face as I opened the message. Seven images loaded one after another on the screen. They arrived with a fast efficiency that made my chest tighten before the first small thumbnail even finished downloading. The visual proof was absolute. George asleep on his side with his face turned toward the pillow, and Sabrina was right beside him. Attached beneath the last photo was a single text.(Done. As promised.)I set the phone down on the windowsill, but I picked it back up almost immediately. I could not stop myself from s