All Chapters of WHEN HIS HEART GOES WRONG: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ERIC: “What are you thinking about?” Leonard asked, still breathing heavily against my back. I had gone silent after the kind of sex I’d never experienced before, wondering if I was dreaming or just imagining it. “You,” I whispered. “You here…it’s still surreal.” He kissed my nape, then collapsed on the other side of the bed. “God, Leo…” I groaned, my muscles aching and pulling. It felt real now. He had lain on me for heaven knows how long, crushing me without my body noticing, and as he finally moved away, my skin shrieked under the released weight. Everything that had just happened became a solid, undeniable reality. “Let me help,” he chuckled, rolling me gently on his chest. “Good?” “Better.” Having Leonard like this felt both real and unbelievable. Lying on him, sweaty and tangled in intimacy, was something I never thought I would have. Just a few days ago, when he caught me in the shower, I thought it was the end for me. I believed I had lost him before I even had him.

ERIC: I let go of his wrist the moment the elevator doors slid shut. He stood there, staring at me with searching eyes. “Eric…” Half teary, half dried-up, I kept my gaze fixed on the door, ignoring him. I didn’t know what to feel—anger, sadness, humiliation, or disappointment. All I knew was that I didn’t want to be in the same space with Leonard. Not yet. The doors chimed open. He stepped out. I didn’t. Instead, I pressed the button and the doors closed again before he could stop me. On the rooftop, I slumped onto the scorched concrete bench, palms covering my face. My mind went straight to Bernard. He might have gone too far, but this was my fault. Had I not given him my contact, had I not reached out to him again after the first night, had I not led him on—if only I hadn’t let my lust feed his emotion—this wouldn’t be so hard to deal with. Breaking up with him hadn’t stopped him. It didn’t. How would refusing his proposal have done so? Reading the situation, it was obvious

POV: JIMMY: “Your baby?” I asked her. “Yes. They took my boy and claimed he died.” Helen lifted her face to meet my gaze. “I delivered him. He was healthy. He didn’t die. They took him.” She had resumed a job in the hospital as a cleaner. Poor and struggling, she took one of the hospital’s staff benefits—free delivery and maternal provision. But the benefit was only for staff with more than five years of service. She had only been there for a few months. Out of desperation, she signed a document stating that, for the benefit to be granted, she would work every day without a single day off for the next twent years. “I shouldn’t have signed with the devils,” she sobbed. “I shouldn’t have believed their smiles and kindness.” That contract? A farce. A disguise. It was nothing but a way to tie her to the hospital—keeping her too long, too distracted, too occupied. Chaining her for years until she was too exhausted to move or take any fierce action against the plans they had for her ch

JIMMY: Without Leonard, Salud and his men would have been dead. Without him, I’d be gone too. When I left Italy to return to the country with Leonard, I thought I was running away from Bernard—his promiscuity, the heartbreak I couldn’t bear anymore. I didn’t know I was running into a death trap. My father was English, but I never thought I’d set foot in his country. Not after the story of how he abandoned my Italian mother until her death. For years, I believed nothing good came from Englishmen. But Leonard and Bernard shattered that prejudice. Not only did I want to visit the country, but I also wanted to serve and be recognised. Serving didn’t go as smoothly as I imagined. I survived that phase only because Leonard paid dearly for my life—and because Salud and his team harboured me in their safe house until I was a free man again. Even then, my heart still ached for Bernard. I nearly regretted abandoning him in Italy to return with Leonard. But Bernard gave me no choice. He foun

LEONARD: I stayed away. I couldn’t bear the constant curses and screams of Catherine, demanding I leave the hospital. No one dared ask me to go—not the hospital management, not even security. Still, I stepped out into the reception, merely to spare Eric the disturbance. I sat in the reception, my thoughts divided. Catherine’s instant hatred wasn’t the only thing bothering me. It was the unspoken reason behind it…her insults, her tone, as though I’d done something terrible in the past. Something worse than her burying the truth about Eric. Minutes later, I drifted off on the chair, surrendering to a deep sleep that drowned out the crowded reception. The noisy hospital faded into nothing as I gave in to exhaustion. Then a louder commotion woke me. Opening my eyes, I saw Catherine shoving Mr. Gerux toward the hospital exit as flashes from reporters’ cameras lit up the reception. “Murderer!” Catherine screamed. “Stay away from my son! Leave us alone!” Confusion bled in. I stayed