All Chapters of After 18 Years, Mr. CEO Wants Me Back: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Several weeks had passed since I fainted at the building's grand opening. Damian finally knew about my pregnancy, and his reaction was not what I had expected. I thought he would be angry, disappointed, or even leave me again. But the opposite happened. Damian became more attentive, more gentle, and more enthusiastic than before. He seemed to see this pregnancy as a second chance, as a new beginning for both of us. But I couldn't feel the same happiness. There was a heavy weight constantly pressing on my chest, especially when I saw Louis, who just stayed silent and watched from a distance."Sweetheart, I've already picked out names for our baby. If it's a girl, I like the name Elena. If it's a boy, I like the name Alexander. What do you think?"I looked at him, trying to smile even though my stomach was nauseous."Elena and Alexander... both are beautiful names.""Right? I've been thinking about it for a long time. I've also started looking at baby clothes online. There are some real

The days passed slowly. My belly grew bigger, and I spent most of my time at home, lying on the sofa or bed, trying to cope with the nausea that wouldn't go away. Damian was always by my side, bringing me food, massaging my back, and talking about the future he dreamed of for the three of us. But beneath all his kindness, I could see there was a burden he carried on his own.One afternoon, I was sitting in the living room when Damian walked in with a tense face. His phone was still pressed to his ear, and I could hear a loud voice on the other end. Damian paced around the room, his hands clenched tightly."I already told you, I'm not going back to Europe! I already have a life here. I already have a family here. I don't care what Charles told you!"I heard the voice on the other end grow louder. Damian let out a long sigh, trying to hold back his anger."No, Father. I'm not canceling this project. This is my dream, and I'm going to make it happen. If you can't accept that, I'm sorry.

I woke up the next morning with my feelings still in chaos. Damian was already up and in the kitchen, preparing breakfast as usual. The smell of toasted bread and coffee drifted into the bedroom, and for a moment, I felt a familiar warmth. But inside my heart, the same question kept spinning: what was I going to do?I walked to the kitchen with slow steps. Damian turned when he heard me, and his smile immediately spread across his face."Good morning, sweetheart," he said, approaching and kissing my forehead. "I made your favorite pancakes. I added some blueberries, just the way you like them."I forced a smile, sitting at the table. "Thank you, Damian. You're so thoughtful."Damian placed a plate of pancakes in front of me, then sat across from me. He watched me attentively, as if studying my expression."What's wrong, sweetheart? You look confused," he asked, his voice soft.I looked at him, feeling a heavy weight in my chest. I wanted to tell him the truth, wanted to confess all th

That night, as we sat at the dinner table with Louis, the atmosphere felt warm yet awkward. Damian had prepared a delicious meal, my chicken soup that used to always be Louis's favorite, and grilled fish with fresh vegetables. I looked at Louis sitting across from me, his eyes staring at his plate without saying much. Occasionally, his gaze would drift to my growing belly, and I could see something behind his look that was hard to decipher."Louis, did you have lunch earlier?" I asked."Yes, Mom," he answered shortly, still staring at his plate."I made your favorite chicken soup. I hope you like it," I said.Louis lifted his head briefly, then looked down again."Thank you, Mom. It's good."Silence fell over the table again. I looked at Damian sitting beside me, and he just gave a small shrug, as if he didn't know what to say. I could see the tension between them, and my heart ached."Louis, I heard you got good grades on your last exam. I'm proud of you," Damian said.Louis didn't a

The sound of Damian's footsteps was faint outside the door, stopping for a moment, then fading away. I knew he wanted to come in, but he also knew I needed time alone. I spent that night crying silently, my body shaking from the sobs I held back. I thought about Louis, the boy I loved more than anything, my own child, my flesh and blood. I thought about his wounded face, his eyes full of hatred, and the slap that landed hard on his cheek.I woke up the next morning with swollen eyes and a dizzy head. Damian had already left, maybe to the office, maybe just to avoid me. I didn't care. I walked toward Louis's room with a pounding heart. I knocked softly on his door."Louis? Sweetheart, can I come in?"There was no answer. I pressed the doorknob, and it turned out to be unlocked. I opened it slowly, and saw Louis sitting on the edge of the bed with his backpack on his lap. His eyes were red, but his face was flat, empty. He was already ready to leave."Louis, where are you going?"He did