Todos os capítulos de Too Late: She Is Gone With Your Baby: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Chapter 132. Three Floors DownARIA"Can you go faster?""Ma'am, the traffic...""Please."The driver changed lanes. Someone honked. I didn't care. Julian's last words were still the last words. He's here. He's safe. I said them to myself under my breath. He's here. He's safe. My leg would not stop bouncing. Every red light felt personal. Every slow car in front of us felt like it was doing it on purpose. The hospital was fifteen minutes away and it took twenty-two. I counted every one of them.When we pulled up, I had the door open before the car fully stopped. "Ma'am, wait, I'll park and...""Stay here," I said. "I won't be long."I ran.... The front desk woman looked up and opened her mouth, and I was already past her. Elevator. I pressed the button four times. It didn't come. I took the stairs to third floor. My chest was burning. My heels were the wrong shoes for this and I didn't care about that either.Room 312, the door was half open. I pushed it all the way. Julian was sitti

Chapter 134. Second on the Form.ADRIANAria shouted first. She didn't just say hello. She didn't say my name. The moment I picked up, her voice came down the line like a slap. "You signed Julian out of the hospital.""What? No...""Your office. Your name. Ethan's name. Two days early, without asking anyone. Who do you think you are?""Aria, I didn't...""You stood on that pavement this morning and let me tell you I was tired of being managed. And the whole time, you'd already...""I didn't sign anything."She stopped and swallowed. After that a prolonged silence."Ethan just called me," I said. "Someone faked it. Someone used our names." Silence on the line. Then a small, shaky breath. "There's a grey car," she said. Quieter now. "Outside the hospital. It followed me from your building."My stomach dropped and I shivered "Where are you?""Room 312. With Julian and and Eli.""Stay there," I said. "Don't open the door for anyone you don't know. I'm sending people.""Adrian." A pause.

Chapter 136. Bar Forty-Three.ARIAMy phone woke me at six. It was a message from Adaeze. A link, and under it: I'm sorry. I opened it. And I saw Billionare’s dead wife’s double- Inside Adrian Hart's Secret Obsession.Under the headline was a photo of me in the corridor of his building yesterday, stepping out of the elevator. Somebody on that floor had taken it on their phone. Next to it was a photo of Elena on her wedding day. Hair up. White dress. Adrian beside her in a dark suit.They had put the two pictures side by side. I read the article. It said he had promised Vivian Laurent marriage for years. It said he dropped her the same week a violinist with his dead wife's face came to town. It said people at Hart Holdings called me the replacement. One source with no name said he had "not been well since the accident."There were four thousand comments at the bottom. I didn't open them. I put the phone face down on the bed. It buzzed. Then again. Then it rang. A number I didn't know.

Chapter 138VIVIANMy father was in the garden cutting roses. He does that when he doesn't want to talk to anyone. He's done it since I was a girl. He puts on old gloves and stands at the far end of the garden with the shears, and my mother knows to leave him alone. I refused to leave him alone."Papa."He didn't turn round. "Vivian. Your mother says you hung up on her.""I did.""She's upset.""She called me at four in the morning to say Julian Hale got hit by a car. She sounded happy about it."  A rose fell into the basket.

Chapter 140. The Bottom DrawerARIA"I want the key."Adrian looked up from his desk. It was nearly ten. Eli was asleep. Julian was downstairs with his door open, because he said he couldn't sleep with it shut anymore. Vivian and Ava had gone home an hour ago. Ethan had driven them, still holding Ava's phone."Which key?" Adrian said. He knew which key. "The east wing.",He put his pen down. "The police were in there this afternoon," he said. "They took photos. They dusted the piano. There are two men on that corridor all night.""I know.""Nobody's cleaned it in five years.""I know that too."He looked at me for a long moment. I waited for him to argue. To say it was too soon. To say he'd come with me. He opened his top drawer and took out a ring of keys. He worked one off. Old brass. Long and thin.He held it out.I took it."Thank you," I said."Do you want me to...""No.""Okay."He picked his pen back up. He didn't watch me go. The corridor was seemly long and cold. The two se