All Chapters of Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Uncle: His Plus-Size Desire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The days passed, and Julian slowly began to show progress. He could already open his eyes, even if only briefly, and sometimes he could respond with nods or hand movements. The doctor said it was a good sign, that he was fighting to recover.I spent every moment I could by his side. When I wasn't in the intensive care unit, I was with William and Roseanne, trying to give them a sense of normalcy amid this chaos. William still often asked when Daddy would come home, and I kept reassuring him that Julian would be fine.But there was one thing that bothered me more than the pain in my body, more than the worry about Julian. Not a single member of Julian's extended family came to visit. Not Victor, not Margaret, no cousins or nephews or anyone. They completely ignored us.At first I thought maybe they didn't know. Maybe the news about the accident hadn't reached them. But then I heard from one of the nurses that they had contacted Julian's family, and they only said they "couldn't come" f

The days passed slowly. Julian was still lying in the intensive care unit, his strong body now fragile, filled with tubes and cables connecting him to the machines that kept him alive. I spent every minute I could by his side, talking to him, hoping, praying that he would wake up soon.The doctor said that the injury to his head was quite serious. There was bleeding in the brain that would take time to heal. They couldn't say for sure when Julian would wake up, or whether he would fully recover. Every day was a struggle, every night a prayer.I cared for Julian as best I could. I read books to him, played his favorite music, told him about William and Roseanne. I hoped my voice, my presence, would help him find his way back to the real world."I'm here," I whispered every time I sat beside him. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm waiting for you. We're all waiting for you. Please, wake up. Please, come back to me."William often asked about his father. I tried to explain in a way he could un

I spent the following days in the hospital, alternating between caring for Julian and watching over my children. Every day, I told Julian our memories, about how we met, about our wedding, about the birth of William and Roseanne. Sometimes he remembered a little, sometimes not at all. But I didn't give up.One afternoon, as I was sitting beside Julian, a neatly dressed man entered the room. He carried a thick folder and a serious expression on his face. I immediately recognized him as Julian's lawyer, Mr. Henderson."Mrs. Lorena," he greeted, his voice polite but firm. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's something important we need to discuss."I looked at Julian, who was sleeping, then whispered, "I'll be back, sweetheart." I stood up and followed Mr. Henderson to the waiting room outside."What's going on?" I asked, feeling unease starting to rise in my chest.Mr. Henderson let out a long sigh, then opened the folder in his hands."Ma'am, there's a rather complicated situation I

After Victor and Margaret left, I sat in my chair with my body trembling. I didn't cry. I wouldn't let them see my weakness. But deep in my heart, anger and fear mixed together. They wouldn't give up. They would keep trying to destroy me and take everything Julian had built.I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I couldn't let them bother me. I had to stay focused on work, on the company, on my family.Mr. Henderson entered my office, his expression serious. "Ma'am, I heard Victor came."I nodded, trying to smile even though I was still trembling. "He came to threaten me. But I won't give up."Mr. Henderson sighed. "Victor is not an easy man to intimidate, ma'am. He will use every means to achieve his goals. We have to stay alert.""I know. But I won't let him win. For Julian, for my children, I will hold on."Mr. Henderson smiled, admiration in his eyes. "You are a strong woman, ma'am. Julian is lucky to have you."I smiled faintly, feeling a little warmth in my chest. "Thank

I pulled Julian closer, feeling his warm body beside me. My hand reached for his face, looking into his dark eyes with desire that was starting to burn. Julian might not remember his past, but his body remembered. And tonight, I would help him rediscover everything that was lost."Julian," I whispered, my voice soft and full of desire. "I want you to feel everything. I want you to remember through touch, through warmth, through love."He looked at me with eyes full of confusion and desire. "I don't know what to do. I feel... I feel like a stranger in my own body."I smiled, gently stroking his cheek. "You don't have to do anything, sweetheart. Let me lead. Let me show you."I brought my lips to his, kissing him softly and slowly. I wanted him to feel every touch, every movement, every sigh. I wanted him to remember through the sensations I gave him.Julian responded to my kiss hesitantly, but soon he began to melt in my arms. His hand reached for my waist, pulling me closer, and I cou