Todos los capítulos de The Wife He Chose Too Late: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Claire's POVBy the time we reached the clinic, I had already checked the appointment details three times and not because I had forgotten them but because I was nervous.There was something strange about knowing that a tiny person was growing inside me while having so little memory of the beginning of it. Every time we came for an appointment, I felt as though I was being introduced to my own pregnancy all over again.Damien seemed to sense my uneasiness without me saying anything.He had been unusually quiet during the drive, but not distracted. His attention kept drifting toward me whenever we stopped at a traffic light, and every time I caught him looking, he would give me that small smile he had started giving me lately. The one that made something inside my chest flutter.When we entered the clinic, the receptionist greeted us and checked us in before directing us toward the waiting area. I sat down and Damien sat beside me and for about thirty seconds, we were both quiet and the

Claire's POVBy the time we returned to the penthouse, I had almost forgotten about the kiss I had given Damien outside the clinic.Almost.The problem was that Damien clearly hadn't. I noticed it the moment we stepped into the elevator.He stood beside me with one hand in his pocket, looking perfectly composed, but every few seconds his eyes drifted toward me before quickly returning to the elevator doors.I tried not to smile, but the moment I caught him staring at me again, the corner of my mouth lifted anyway.“What?” I asked, trying to sound casual.His eyes met mine, and for a second he looked almost embarr

Tiffany's POVI waited until Damien and Claire had left before I allowed myself to stop smiling.I had stood there in the office earlier, pretending to concentrate on the day's schedule while I watched Damien walk away with her. Claire had laughed at something he said, and he had looked down at her with that expression again.That expression was becoming unbearable.I had seen Damien look at people with kindness before. I had seen him be polite, patient, even charming when business required it.But Claire was different.He looked at her as though the rest of the room disappeared whenever she smiled.I hated it.I hated the way she had walked back into his life and somehow managed to take up all the space she had occupied before the accident.She didn't even remember him properly.That was the part that infuriated me most.I had spent months working beside Damien, learning how he liked his meetings arranged, which calls he considered urgent, which reports he wanted on his desk before n

Damien's POVThe envelope was waiting on my desk when I returned to the office. There was no name on it and no company logo or a return address just my name written across the front in black ink.I stopped beside my desk and stared at it. I hadn't been expecting anything.Tiffany had already left for the evening, and there was no meeting scheduled that required documents to be delivered to me.I picked up the envelope. It was heavier than it looked and for some reason, I didn't open it immediately.I turned it over but nothing. I ran my thumb beneath the flap and opened it. Inside was a single sheet of paper. I unfolded it and the first line made my stomach tighten.You should know what Claire planned to do after your divorce.I read the rest slowly and by the time I reached the bottom, my jaw was tight. The letter claimed Claire had been preparing to leave New York immediately after the divorce.It mentioned China and Olivia's father and a possible position. A life somewhere else.Th

Claire's POVThe rain started just after lunch. At first, I barely noticed it.I was standing in the living room with one of the nursery catalogues open on the coffee table, arguing with Damien about whether a tiny wooden bookshelf was necessary when the first heavy drops struck the windows.He looked toward the glass. "That's getting worse."I glanced over my shoulder. The sky had turned almost black. "What happened to the sun?""It gave up."I laughed. "You sound very optimistic.""I'm a businessman. Optimism isn't in the job description.""You've been doing a lot of it lately."He looked at me. "Doing what?""Being optimistic."His mouth curved. "Maybe you've changed my job description."I shook my head and returned my attention to the catalogue. "I still don't understand why a baby needs a bookshelf before it can even hold its own head up.""Because the books will need somewhere to go.""How many books have you bought?"He hesitated. "That's irrelevant."I slowly looked up. "Damie