All Chapters of Carrying my father in-laws child : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Erick's POVThe message stayed on my mind for the rest of the day.Ask Reina where she was the night she told you she was working late.Whoever was sending these messages knew something, or wanted me to believe they did.Either way, I couldn't ignore it anymore.I slipped my phone into my pocket and looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office.The city bustled beneath me, completely unaware that my life was slowly falling apart.A knock sounded on my door."Come in."My assistant stepped inside with a folder."Sir, these are the contracts you requested."Leave them there."She placed them on my desk but hesitated before leaving."Is there something else?"She nodded."Mrs. Reina called three times.""I know.""She asked if you were avoiding her."A bitter smile tugged at my lips."What did you tell her?""That you were in meetings.""Good."After she left, I leaned back in my chair.I wasn't ready to face Reina.Not until I had answers.That evening, I drove home earl

Ophelia's POVWork became my escape.The moment I stepped into the Willow Foundation each morning, my thoughts stopped circling around Erick and the divorce. There were reports to organize, donation requests to review, and meetings to prepare for. By the time evening arrived, I was too exhausted to dwell on the life I'd left behind.For the first time in years, I was doing something that belonged entirely to me.Not because I was someone's wife.Not because I was someone's sister.Just... me."Good morning."Clara smiled as she placed a stack of folders on my desk. "I hope you had breakfast today.""I did."She narrowed her eyes playfully."You're smiling.""Am I?""You are."I couldn't help smiling again."Maybe I'm finally settling in.""I'd say that's a good sign."She glanced at the folders. "These are applications for next month's scholarship program. Evelyn wants them sorted before lunch.""I'll start right away.""You always say that.She laughed softly."I've never met someone

Ophelia's POVFor a few seconds, neither of us spoke. I followed Diego's gaze to the bed. The tiny cream-colored onesie, The pair of baby socks resting neatly beside it.My face grew warm.Instinctively, I stepped sideways, blocking his view."I'm sorry," I blurted out. "The room is a mess."His attention returned to me.Only then did he lift the small gift box in his hand."I came to return this."I frowned."Return what?""You left it in the boardroom after the committee meeting."He handed me the box.I accepted it and slowly opened the lid. Inside was my fountain pen, the same one I'd used throughout university. The same pen I'd nearly sold when money became tight after my parents died.A smile tugged at my lips."I've been looking everywhere for this.""I guessed it meant something to you.""It does."I ran my thumb over the silver engraving on its side."My father gave it to me when I got into university."His expression softened."Then I'm glad it found its way back."Silence s

Ophelia's POVThe rest of lunch passed quietly.I answered Diego whenever he spoke, but my thoughts wandered elsewhere. Something about that message unsettled me. Not because it threatened me, because it mentioned Erick.Your husband has started looking for the truth.What truth?Did it have something to do with Reina?Or did someone know about my pregnancy?I slipped my phone into my handbag and forced myself to focus on the conversation.Fortunately, Diego didn't press me.When lunch was over, we returned to the files spread across his desk."Let's finish the outreach schedule," he said.I nodded.Work had become the only thing capable of silencing my thoughts.By late afternoon, every department had submitted its reports. I was organizing the final folder when Diego looked up from his laptop."You've saved us at least two hours today."I smiled."I only arranged the paperwork.""You did more than that."He tapped one of the reports."You noticed duplicate entries in the budget.""I

Ophelia's POVThe following morning, I arrived at the Foundation earlier than usual. The cool morning breeze brushed against my face as I stepped out of the taxi. Instead of rushing inside, I paused for a moment, looking up at the tall glass building before me.Yesterday had changed something inside me. I hadn't magically healed overnight. The pain was still there, but it no longer controlled me.For the first time in years, I wasn't waiting for someone else to decide my future. I had finally started deciding it for myself.With renewed determination, I walked through the revolving doors."Good morning, Miss Hart."The receptionist greeted me with her usual bright smile."Good morning.""The outreach team has a meeting at nine.""I'll be there."I thanked her before making my way upstairs.The office was quieter than usual. Only a handful of employees had arrived.Clara was sitting at her desk with a mug of coffee in one hand and a stack of reports in the other. She looked up as I ap