Todos os capítulos de His Rotten Vow: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The silence in Sorellia Hospital’s recovery room felt far more suffocating than the clamor of the delivery room moments before. Sara lay stiffly, an oxygen mask still clamped over her face to aid her lungs, which were inflamed once again from the immense physical stress.Beside her bed, a transparent bassinet revealed a tiny figure sleeping soundly. Damon stood just outside the room, staring at his baby daughter without blinking.A doctor stepped out of the room, taking off his glasses with a heavy sigh. “Mr. Moretti, Mrs. Sara’s condition is critical. The delivery placed extraordinary strain on her lungs, which already suffered from permanent tissue damage.”“Moving her right now, especially undertaking a cross-country journey back to San Marito, is practically sending her to her death. She cannot be transferred anytime soon,” the doctor added firmly.Hearing about the state of Sara’s lungs, Damon was once again flooded with the weight of his grave mistake. Her lungs had been damaged

“Roger!” Sara let out a muffled gasp. She wanted to move to help, but couldn't break her embrace from the baby, who was beginning to doze off again.Roger sat on the floor beside the bed, letting out a twisted smirk as he wiped a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth. Without a pause, Damon grabbed the collar of Roger's shirt and yanked him to his feet, forcing him face-to-face at close quarters.“I'll rip your mouth apart,” Damon growled, one of his hands clenched tightly, ready to throw another punch.“Stop!”Damon's fist froze in the air, mere centimeters from Roger's face. He turned his head stiffly and glared at his wife.His fury shifted, morphing from Roger onto Sara for letting the man get close without caring about the legal status that he was still her lawful husband. In just a few months apart, she had found another man. And worse yet, that man was Roger Moretti.Damon ripped his grip from Roger's collar, pushing him back until he stumbled and sat down hard on the edge

Sara shoved Damon’s chest with all her might, but the man didn't budge an inch, standing firm like a sturdy steel wall. “Get away, Damon! Don’t you dare set foot in this house!” she screamed, her voice trembling violently between rage and fear.“I have the right to see my child, Sara. Let me in, just for a moment.”Sara was stunned, left speechless for a second. Damon—who had never cared about her feelings—was now pleading with her? A cynical smile instantly touched Sara’s lips, heavy with anguish.“I won’t touch her. I just want to see her face,” Damon continued, earnest without a trace of a threat.Yet, Sara remained unyielding. She pressed her body against the doorway, blocking the man’s path from stepping inside.Seeing her defense, Damon’s expression softened, searching for an opening to explain. “Do you hate me because of your father’s death?” he asked cautiously. “I’ve investigated it, but the servant who—”“Shut up!” Sara cut off his words with a piercing shriek full of desper

Sara pushed Damon’s weakening body out past the doorway. “I will bury everything that ever happened between us and won’t hold you accountable.”She had been tempted to retaliate for all of Damon’s past actions. Yet, every time she looked at her baby, that intention simply evaporated.She no longer cared about the Moretti family. She just wanted to live in peace with her daughter.“Find your own life without remembering us anymore.”Before Damon could argue, Sara slammed the door shut.Damon still stood frozen in front of the closed door, staring at the black marble floor with a dark gaze. He couldn’t dodge any of Sara’s accusations or give a clear reason why he wanted her back.“That’s not true, Sara. This… doesn't feel like just guilt,” he murmured softly to the empty air.Yet, he himself wasn't sure. That was why he felt he had to keep staying by Sara’s and their child’s side. He needed to figure out the meaning of the turbulence in his chest whenever he faced Sara—whether it was pu

Damon was running out of patience. If not for Sara’s promise, he wouldn't have let Roger trample his pride. It was solely because of that promise that he managed to swallow his anger and keep his composure.“Come on, I’ve come all this way to celebrate the birth of Sara’s child. You’re not actually going to kick me out, are you?”Roger frowned, weighing Damon’s casual tone. Initially, he had assumed Damon only came to sabotage his good relationship with Andrew. But instead of throwing his usual fit, Damon kept his anger tightly under wraps, not even bluntly exposing his status as Sara’s legitimate husband.Roger glanced at Sara. She returned his gaze with a slow nod and a deeply meaningful look. He understood. Sara must have made a deal with Damon. To avoid Andrew’s suspicion, he was just playing along.“I don’t mind, as long as Uncle Andrew doesn't either.” Roger took the middle ground, neither refusing him outright nor truly welcoming him.“Mr. Hanson, it seems our relationship isn't