Todos los capítulos de The CEO's Rejected Wife's Twins: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Grief was a heavy mantle Vivian couldn't shake off. Losing a child, she thought, was a grotesque pain, far too difficult to process. She felt lost, as if her life no longer had meaning without Aitana. Entering her deceased daughter's room was a titanic labor, a superhuman effort to deal with the reality that her bed would stay empty, that she would never return there to welcome her.As her eyes scanned Aitana's belongings, that familiar knot formed in her throat once more. Memories floated in her mind, and her daughter's scent—a sweet, characteristic aroma—remained burned into her memory, in every corner of the room.Vivian lingered in the room for a few seconds, her fingers caressing her daughter's possessions one by one, before finally sitting at the edge of the bed. Tears began to fall, silent at first, then turning into sobs. She hated the fact that time kept passing and passing, yet she couldn't manage to overcome her death.At that moment, Bruno appeared. He stood in the doorway

Time continued its course for Bianca. Although too much was not expected of her, she tried to entertain herself during the long hours in that house. It wasn't necessary for her to help with the chores; the domestic staff took care of everything, but her restless spirit pushed her to keep busy with something. If she wasn't painting, then she was sewing or drawing, dedicating herself a little bit to everything, trying to distract herself and occupy her mind.That day, she found herself in the room where Lorena usually painted. Bianca scanned the paintings with a privileged gaze. To her, it felt almost surreal to be there, enjoying the works of her favorite painter. It was incredible. At that moment, one particular work caught her attention. She walked closer and observed it intently. Inspiration washed over her and, without a second thought, she returned to her own room.In front of a blank canvas, she began to make brushstrokes, creating her own piece. She was so absorbed in her painti

Meanwhile, Bianca enjoyed her pregnancy serenely, although the internal bustle of expectations didn't go away. Little by little, her belly grew, evidencing the new life she sheltered. She focused on making clothes for her babies, even though it wasn't strictly necessary since they had gone shopping too.Yet she wanted to do it, wanted to feel involved in every little detail of the process, that her hands sewed with the love she felt for those two beings on the way. Besides sewing, she painted fervently, her brushstrokes filling canvases with vibrant colors, trying to entertain herself and bring an explosion of joy to her days.However, not everything was so colorful. Sometimes her days felt charred, gray, and heavy, as if she longed too much for her past life, for the people who filled her with laughter and shared moments. She even missed her parents, though she knew they would miss her even more. The distance, imposed by the necessity of her new life, felt like an abyss between them.

Tatiana stood up abruptly from the table, the sound of her chair scraping against the floor echoing through the elegant restaurant."I'm sorry, I need to use the restroom," she announced, her voice tense, before walking away quickly enough to give away her irritation.Eric watched her go, registering her discomfort, but to his own discredit, he didn't pay it much mind. He remained alone at the table, a pang of frustration washing over him. He felt no romantic feelings or intentions toward her whatsoever, but unfortunately, it was all part of an alliance—an arrangement he had to adapt to with no other choice.He waited a moment, feeling a twinge of guilt, but what else could he do? His hands were tied. It was a forced love, an imposed union, and all he wanted was for her to return so they could finish dinner and escape the situation.Meanwhile, Tatiana took refuge in the restaurant's opulent restroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, her blue eyes bloodshot with suppressed rage. Sh

Time seemed to stop for Bianca. She was completely absorbed in a vibrant abstract painting, its colors dancing before her eyes, when an icy jolt pierced through her. She had turned her head instinctively, and there he was. The imposing figure, the piercing blue eyes she knew all too well.Her heart, which moments before had been beating to the calm rhythm of the art gallery, went wild, slamming against her ribs with alarming force.She felt as though the air had been entirely sucked from her lungs. She wanted to flee, to disappear, to turn into a ghost and vanish into the crowd, but her feet felt glued to the polished marble floor.The woman standing beside him—as dazzling as the women who usually surrounded Eric always seemed—only intensified the tight pressure in her chest. That sight reminded her of the life Eric had chosen, a world she no longer belonged to. Her lungs felt atrophied, incapable of expanding fully. And then, the nightmare became reality: he started walking straight