Todos los capítulos de Two Can Play: I Became My Ex's Mother-in-law : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Clarissa The red taillights of Drake’s sedan blurred into long streaks as the car backed down the driveway and tore onto the main road, the engine whining into the distance before Valentine could even finish the breath behind his sentence.Gravel settled under my shoes. The driveway went dead quiet, the cold night air biting at the exposed skin of my neck.My hands trembled where I held my coat tight against my chest. Every word Valentine dropped out here was echoing inside my head, loud and chaotic, hammering against my temples.He saved Drake's company six years ago? He tracked my work?I stared at the side of his face. He stood completely still under the driveway lamps, holding the medical paper like it was nothing, like he hadn't just shattered everything I thought I knew about how we ended up together."How did you know about my work?" My voice came out cracked, dry at the back of my throat. "Six years ago. How did you even know who I was?"Valentine didn't turn his head immedia

Valentine Her body folded forward, her knees hitting the stone steps with a dull thud. Her hand slammed against her lower abdomen, fingers digging into the fabric of her coat like she was trying to hold herself together from the inside out.The color drained from her cheeks, leaving her skin ghostly pale under the yellow porch lights. Her breath hitched, a low groan scraping out of her throat as her eyes locked onto mine, wide and full of absolute panic.I crossed the distance between us before my brain could even register the movement. The cold stone bit through my trousers as I dropped down beside her, my hands catching her shoulders to stop her from sliding sideways onto the gravel."Clarissa, what's wrong? What is it?"Her fingers twitched against her stomach, her nails catching on her clothes. Her chin trembled, her lips parting as she fought to draw in air."The... the baby..." Her voice broke into a ragged whisper, tears instantly welling up and spilling over her lower lids. "

Clarissa Morning light cut through the gap in the curtains, hitting my eyelids with a warm, sharp sting. I blinked, my lashes heavy as I pushed myself upright against the pillows.The bedroom was empty, the quiet air carrying the faint scent of antiseptics mixing with fresh coffee. I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, my soles touching the rug as I tested my weight. My lower back throbbed with a dull, distant ache, but the violent cramps from last night were gone.I pulled my robe tight over my pajamas, tying the belt around my waist as I walked out into the hallway.The double doors to Valentine’s private study stood propped wide open. Three medical specialists in pale blue scrubs were standing around his glass desk, unpacking white plastic cases and lining up digital monitors on the polished surface.I stopped right outside the frame, my fingers digging into the cotton fabric of my sleeves.Why are there three of them in his office? What is going on?Valentine stood near

Clarissa Valentine sat in the chair right beside my mattress, his white shirt rumpled at the elbows, the top two buttons undone. His dark suit jacket hung over the armrest, wrinkled from hours of wear. His long legs stretched into the narrow gap beside the nightstand, his ankles crossed, his chin resting against his chest as his breathing held a slow, heavy rhythm.He had stayed in that chair all night.I shifted my weight, the cotton sheets whispering against my skin as I sat up. My movement made the mattress spring give a soft squeak.Valentine’s eyes snapped open. The exhaustion in his posture vanished, his frame locking straight as his gaze swept over my face, my throat, and down to my blanketed stomach before I could even draw a full breath."You're awake," his voice came out deep, rough from sleep."Did you spend the whole night in that chair?" I asked, my voice raspy from sleep.He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, his broad shoulders blocking the morning light

Clarissa The quiet hum of the car engine filled the space between us as Layla steered through the afternoon traffic on the way back from visiting Chloe.Layla kept her eyes on the road ahead, her hands light on the wheel as she eased off the gas pedal at a red light. She flicked a quick glance toward my side of the seat, her brow pulling down slightly. "Are you actually sure you will still have access to your kid once that one-year contract with Mr. Gaston ends?"The air locked right in my throat. My fingers tightened around the leather strap of my purse, pressing my nails into the material until the tips of my fingers turned white and my wrist started to ache from the strain.I sat there while the red light blinked on the dash, my mind going completely blank.I had never thought about what happens after day three hundred and sixty-five. Not once.When I signed that contract, I didn't think I would ever be holding a healthy pregnancy in the first place. After all those miscarriages,