All Chapters of Too Late, Mr. Cross: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*Elena's POV*The argument with Rosalie didn't end well, especially with the fact that Damian had dismissed me and called me petty for crying over some clothes when all I did was steal his money and sabotage his company to get the clothes.It was an argument I never won because today wasn't the first time that Rosalie was doing this. It wasn't the first time that she came into my matrimonial bed and took my things without my permission and cheated with my husband.“Get the fuck out of my sight, Elena.” Damian spat out after she pulled Rosalie protectively into his arms, and I was hit by the pain of the memory that he had once held me like that. Like I was the only thing that ever mattered to him in his life, but I guess that life was nonexistent now.“We're not finished here, Damian!” I shot back, but I was already turning on my heels and walking away because the tears were coming, and I would rather die than let any of them see me cry.My chest tightened and hurt so bad by the time

*Elena's POV*I stared at the ceiling, thinking about my terrible fate after hearing the doctor's words. Not only was I drugged, but it had been at very high levels, like someone had been administering the drugs to me over a period of several days.My child… Someone had tried to kill my child in my own home. But who could it be? No other person knew I was pregnant, except…It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over me, and blood ran cold when I remembered the time I had caught Rosalie snooping around my things and pretending like she wanted to take one of my clothes or shoes and make a massive fuss if I didn't give them to her.“Elena…” Michael's soft voice drew me away from my thoughts, and I turned my head to find him holding two cups of coffee with his brows furrowed. “You should be resting instead of thinking hard. I just tried calling Damian, but his line is busy. Once it connects, I will have him come over immediately.”The doctor said that my child was a miracle child

*Elena's POV*Before I left, I went into the bedroom to pack the few things I had. The wardrobe looked almost empty. Five years of marriage, and everything that belonged to me fit inside one medium-sized suitcase. I stood in the middle of the room for a long time without moving, my fingers curled around the handle of the luggage while my eyes wandered across the bedroom. The curtains I had picked. The cream rug I had begged Damian to let me buy because the marble floor always felt cold in winter. The reading lamp on his side that he never switched on because he preferred working in darkness. There were pieces of me everywhere. Tiny pieces nobody would ever notice were gone. I reached for the framed photograph on the bedside table before my hand froze halfway. It was one of the few pictures Richard had insisted on taking before the wedding. Damian had been smiling then. A real smile. His arm had rested around my shoulders naturally, as though it belonged there. Sometimes I stil

*Elena's POV*Pain tore through my abdomen so suddenly that the scream escaped before I even knew I had opened my mouth."Michael!"The sound echoed through the apartment.I curled onto my side, both hands flying instinctively to my stomach as another cramp twisted through me with enough force to steal the air from my lungs. My breathing came in shallow bursts, and my heart hammered wildly against my ribs."No... no, please..."I squeezed my eyes shut.Not again. Please, not again.The bedroom door burst open."Elena!"Michael crossed the room in seconds, barefoot, his dark hair disheveled from sleep. His face had drained of all color before he even reached the bed."What happened?""I..." My voice fractured as another wave of pain rolled through me. "It hurts."He dropped to one knee beside the bed. "Where?""My stomach."His gaze darted to the blanket covering my legs."Are you bleeding?""I... I don't know."His expression tightened."I'm going to check, alright? I need you to tell

*Damian's POV* The divorce decree lay on my desk beneath a stack of contracts that demanded my attention. My lawyer had placed it there less than twenty minutes ago, yet my eyes kept drifting back to the final page. Two signatures, mine and Elena's. Five years of marriage reduced to a handful of papers bound together with a metal clip. I picked them up again, turning to the last page where her signature curved neatly across the line. Elena Cross. She had actually signed it. A laugh escaped me softly. After years of refusing, after countless arguments. After every excuse she could invent to keep herself tied to me. She had finally let go. A knock sounded against the office door. "Come in." My lawyer, Harold Bennett, stepped inside carrying another folder. He had handled Cross Group's legal affairs for nearly fifteen years. Richard trusted him completely, which meant I had inherited him along with everything else after Father's death. "The court has process