Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY EX WANTS THE CHILD HE ONCE REJECTED BACK: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Elena’s POV (FIVE YEARS LATER)As I gently pushed the front door open, the sound of tiny footsteps rushed toward me. Before I could even close the door behind me, Liam’s cheerful voice filled the house.“Mummy!”A smile spread across my face almost instantly.“There you are!” he squealed as he threw himself into my arms.I laughed and bent down to scoop him up, hugging him tightly against my chest. I buried my face in his soft hair and closed my eyes for a brief moment. No matter where work took me, nothing compared to coming home to my little boy.“I missed you so much,” Liam said, wrapping his arms around my neck.“Oh, really?” I teased with a grin. “I think I missed you much more than you missed me.”He giggled and shook his head. “No! I missed you the most.”I kissed his forehead. “I was only away for three days, sweetheart. Paris wasn’t very far.”“It felt like forever.”His tiny pout made me laugh.“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”Just then, Aunt Margaret walked out of the k

Elena’s POVThe front door closed behind Dorian, and I let out a slow breath as the quiet morning settled over the house. Liam’s laughter drifted from the living room where Aunt Margaret was helping him build another one of his toy castles. Hearing them together made me smile.I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. I had less than two hours before my first meeting at the office. My sketchbook was already inside my handbag, together with the fabric samples I needed to review before meeting one of our biggest clients. Even after five years, I still liked checking every design myself. It reminded me of the days when Stacy and I worked from a tiny rented room with one sewing machine and more dreams than money.“Elena!” Aunt Margaret called from the kitchen. “If you don’t start getting ready now, you’ll blame London traffic when you’re late.”I laughed. “I’m coming.”I hurried upstairs, took a quick shower, and changed into a cream-colored pantsuit with a white blouse. I tied my hair i

Elena’s POV Dorian looked around the table before finally saying, “I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell all of you something…”He paused for a brief moment, almost as if he was searching for the right words. “I’ll be leaving London.”The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. No one moved. No one even reached for their food.I stared at him, trying to make sense of what I had just heard. “…Leaving?” I asked quietly.Dorian nodded, his expression calm even though I could see the sadness hiding behind his smile. “I’ll be relocating to New York.”Aunt Margaret blinked in surprise. “New York?”“Yes.”“But… why so suddenly?” she asked.“It isn’t really sudden,” Dorian admitted. “A few years ago, I invested in a business with a couple of partners back in New York. At the time, it was just a small project, something I thought would bring in a little extra income. None of us expected it to grow this quickly.”He smiled to himself before continuing. “But over the last few

Elena’s POV Nearly three months had passed since Dorian left for New York, but somehow he still managed to feel like part of our everyday lives. No matter how busy he became, he never missed a chance to call. Sometimes it was early in the morning before Liam left for school. Other times it was late at night when the city outside his apartment was still alive while London had already settled into silence. He always kept the promise he had made around our dinner table. He checked on Aunt Margaret, asked about my work, and somehow never forgot to remind Liam that he still owed him another football match.That Saturday morning, the three of us sat together in the living room with Dorian smiling at us through the television screen. Behind him, the large windows of his apartment overlooked the busy streets of New York. Cars moved endlessly below while tall buildings disappeared into the cloudy sky.“So…” Dorian grinned. “Who wants to tell me what I’ve missed this week?”“You missed everyth

Elena’s POV Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting soft golden streaks across my bedroom, but it did little to quiet the thoughts that had kept me awake most of the night. The folder Stacy had left behind rested on my bedside table exactly where I had placed it before going to bed. I had told myself I would look at it with a clear mind in the morning, yet even now, I found myself staring at it without moving. It wasn’t just a proposal anymore. It was a choice that could change everything for Liam and me. For years, I had fought to build a peaceful life in London. Every small victory, every sacrifice, every late night at the office had led me here. I finally had stability, a career I loved, people who cared about me, and a son who had grown up surrounded by love. The thought of uprooting all of that terrified me. At the same time, I couldn’t ignore the excitement quietly growing inside me. Stacy hadn’t offered me another promotion. She had offered me the chance to bu