All Chapters of You Lost Me, Desmond Vaughn : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Standing upright seemed to take far more effort than it should.Ethan frowned.“Are you okay?”His voice made Olive turn toward him. She forced a small smile.“It’s just morning sickness,” she said softly. “I’m pregnant. I’ll be fine.”As she spoke, Ethan’s eyes drifted to the glass of water in her hand. Her fingers were wrapped so tightly around it that her knuckles had turned white. She tried to take another step. Suddenly, the hallway seemed to tilt beneath her feet. The walls blurred together, and a wave of dizziness hit so hard she couldn’t tell which way was up. She froze, clutching the staircase railing with one hand while the other instinctively tightened around the glass.Ethan’s smile disappeared.“Olive?”He moved toward her immediately.“Are you sure you’re okay? Is it that bad? I can call Desmond or take you to the hospital.”She shook her head weakly.“No… I’m okay…”The words had barely left her mouth before her knees gave out. Her fingers loosened. The glass slipped fr

“Mom, I already told you. I’m not announcing our marriage tonight.”Alain tightened his cufflink as he stood in front of the mirror, his phone pressed against his ear. He had been getting ready for the gala for nearly twenty minutes, but the conversation with his mother had turned into an argument he had no intention of losing.“You cannot be serious,” his mother replied. “Your father has already spoken to the Sterling board, and Victoria’s parents are expecting the announcement. What exactly do you want us to tell them when you walk into that ballroom and say nothing?”“Tell them I changed my mind.”“Alain.”He closed his eyes briefly.“I said I’m not doing it.”His mother’s voice hardened. “You and Victoria are married. You agreed to this arrangement, and tonight is simply the first time both families intended to acknowledge it publicly. Why are you suddenly acting as though something has changed?”Alain said nothing.There were some things he could never explain over the phone. His

Alain sat alone in his study, staring at the document on his desk. The gala had ended hours ago, but his mind was still there. More specifically, it was still on Genevieve.He remembered seeing her leave the private restroom area with Desmond. The sight had burned more than he wanted to admit. Alain leaned back in his chair and exhaled slowly. He didn’t know what had happened between them or what Desmond might have said to her. He hadn’t seen enough to draw any real conclusions, but there had been something about Genevieve’s expression when she came out. Her cheeks had been flushed, and Desmond had been right behind her.Had they talked? Had something happened between them? Or had jealousy simply filled in the blanks his eyes couldn’t see?Alain looked down at the document on his desk. It was the medical report Genevieve had accidentally left behind in the guest room when she moved out of his house. He had intended to return it to her, but work had gotten in the way. Now, he wasn’

Genevieve finished the last few bites of her noodles and pushed the empty cup aside. The supermarket had grown even quieter. Only the soft hum of the refrigerators and the occasional passing car outside disturbed the silence.She reached for her small wallet. Then stopped. Nothing. She checked again. Still nothing. Genevieve frowned and searched the table, then looked around her. Her phone was there. Her keys were there. Her wallet wasn’t.She checked the floor beneath the table. Nothing. A strange feeling settled in her stomach. She hadn’t taken it out after paying. She was certain of that. Genevieve stood and walked toward the counter.“Excuse me?”The cashier looked up.“Yes, ma’am?”“I think I lost my wallet. I was sitting over there.”The young man glanced toward her table.“Are you sure you brought it in?”“Yes. I had it before I came here.”He hesitated for a moment before reaching for the monitor behind the counter.“We have cameras. Let me check.”Genevieve waited while he pu

Isabella sat quietly in the back seat of her car, staring through the tinted window at the worn-down building across the street. The building was old, its faded walls stained by years of rain and neglect. A broken fence leaned around the narrow compound, while empty bottles and plastic bags were scattered near the entrance. The windows were dusty, and one of the curtains on the upper floor hung halfway off its rod.Isabella’s eyes narrowed. So this was where Olive had come from.She looked down at the file resting on her lap. She hadn’t come here because she trusted the report. She had come because she no longer trusted Olive. Ever since the confrontation at the mansion, something about Olive’s answers had bothered her. Olive had insisted that the couple were not her real parents. She had denied knowing them in the way Isabella expected her to. And when Isabella had questioned her about her family, Olive had repeated the same story she had given from the beginning. She was an orphan.