Todos los capítulos de Divorced by the billionaire, pregnant with his twins: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

A few minutes later, the door opened again, and I looked up from where I was sitting beside the bed.Damon stepped into the room. He looked calmer than he had when Vanessa dragged him out, but the exhaustion on his face was impossible to miss. His shoulders were slightly tense, and there was still something troubled in his eyes, as though his mind was somewhere else entirely.His gaze moved around the room before settling on the hospital bed. My other son was awake now. He lay quietly beneath the sheets, his eyes following Damon as he approached. He didn't smile or speak. He simply watched him with the same quiet expression he always had whenever someone unfamiliar came too close.Damon stopped beside the bed. "Hey." There was no response. He smiled faintly. "What's your name?" The little boy continued staring at him.I moved closer to the bed, intending to adjust his blanket, and gently took his hand. That was when Damon noticed it. There was a small, dark birthmark on the back of my

By morning, the hospital had finally become quieter. The rush from the night before had settled, leaving behind the soft beeping of machines, the occasional footsteps of nurses, and the faint smell of disinfectant that seemed to cling to everything. I sat between my children's beds, watching them sleep, and for the first time since we arrived, I felt some of the tension in my chest begin to ease.My son had responded well to the transfusion. The doctor had come in earlier to check on him and assured me that his condition was improving, although they still wanted to keep him under observation. I hadn't realized how tightly I had been holding my hands until I finally released them.Adriel stirred on his bed and slowly opened his eyes. "Mommy?"I turned toward him. "I'm here."He rubbed his eyes and looked toward his brother. "Is he better now?""Yes, sweetheart. He's much better."His small face relaxed. "So we can go home?"I smiled. "Not yet. The doctor wants to make sure your brother

MaraI opened the passenger door and got into Ethan's car.The car was clean and smelled like fresh leather and his warm cologne. I clicked my seat belt on, my hands still shaking a little. Ethan started the engine, and soon, the tall Carter's Group building was far behind us.For the first few minutes, neither of us said a word.I looked out the window at the passing streets, but my mind was stuck in that hospital room.*My boys.*My stomach felt tight. I kept picturing my little boy in that hospital bed. I just prayed the blood transfusion was going well because thought of getting there and finding bad news made my chest hurt."Are they both sick?" Ethan's voice broke the quiet.His tone was gentle, not pushy at all.I blinked and turned toward him. "My children?"His hands rested easily on the steering wheel. He nodded. "Yes. Both of them?""No," I answered, feeling that familiar fear rise in my throat. "Just one of them."He looked at me for a quick second before watching the road

Chapter 37I sat beside my son’s bed, holding his small hand and watching his chest rise and fall. The room was finally quiet. In the corner, Adriel had curled up in his chair, fast asleep with his cheek pressed against the mattress, still holding his brother’s other hand.Across the room, Damon hadn’t moved.He stood frozen beside the bed, staring down at my son with an intensity that made my stomach knot. His gaze lingered on the little birthmark beneath the boy's wrist.My voice broke the quiet. "Why are you still here?"Damon blinked, looking up. "What?""You heard me," I said, stepping between him and the bed. "The nurses told you he’s stable.""I just wanted to make sure he was okay.""Then you should leave," I replied, crossing my arms. "I don’t want Vanessa coming in here and making another scene because she thinks you're around me.""She won’t do that," he said quietly. "I can handle Vanessa.""Maybe you can, but I won’t let my children get dragged into whatever is happening

**Chapter 39**A sharp, relentless beep from the gate monitor cut through the quiet kitchen.I set my mug down on the counter and tapped the screen. The camera feed flickered to life, and the air left my lungs.Standing outside my gate was Mrs. Eleanor Carter.She looked as rigid and immaculate as ever in her cream coat, tapping her foot on the pavement with obvious impatience. I knew ignoring her wouldn't work; Eleanor wasn't a woman who walked away until she got what she wanted.I pulled my robe tight, walked down the stone path, and unlocked the heavy iron gate.When I pulled it open, Eleanor froze. The smug, superior sneer vanished from her face, leaving her staring at me as if she were looking at a ghost."Can I help you, ma'am?" I asked, keeping my voice calm.She blinked rapidly, her eyes darting past my shoulder to take in the townhouse behind me. "Mara? What on earth are you doing here?""I live here.""In this city?" A sharp frown cut into her forehead. "After disappearing f