Todos los capítulos de The CEO's Rejected Wife's Twins: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Quickly, paramedics arrived and rushed the boy to a nearby health center. Meanwhile, Eric was absorbed in a conversation with Isaac at a nearby café. In a moment of distraction, Isaac looked at him with wide eyes. "You just drank some of my smoothie!" Isaac exclaimed. Eric made a face of disgust. "I only took a sip, and honestly, it tastes awful. I don't know how you can drink this." "You shouldn't have done that," Isaac said with a worried expression. "I put some strawberries in it." At that moment, Eric's face changed drastically. Panic took hold of him. Strawberries. He was allergic to strawberries, a severe allergy that had plagued him since childhood. The reaction didn't take long to manifest: his throat began to itch, breathing became difficult, and tightness in his chest indicated the allergy was acting up. Knowing what he had to do, he hurried to a health center to get treated. That was how, almost an hour later, the coincidence materialized. Eric lay in a hospital

The days following the hospital reunion passed with astonishing speed. Bianca continued her life in bustling New York, and along with the twins, she strove to better adapt to the change. Although for her the transition didn't present major difficulties, the children probably felt the novelty more deeply, though she saw them exceptionally well, easily settling into their new environment.Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her pocket—a welcome interruption. She checked it and a smile lit up her face: it was a new email from the prestigious company. Her expectations were confirmed; they congratulated her on the excellent work she had performed remotely, encouraging her to keep up the same momentum and, of course, expressing their fervent desire to see her in the offices soon. She felt that, finally, her hard work was bearing fruit, consolidating her position in the competitive world of fashion.She decided it was a perfect day to go out. She got Olivia and Henry ready, helping them dress in

Bianca shook her head, a sigh escaping her lips."Enough!" she told herself aloud, though only the kitchen furniture was listening.She had lost count of the times she had repeated to herself that Eric and "that woman's" divorce was none of her business. Seriously, why was her mind stuck on something that didn't concern her in the slightest? It was nonsense. With a resolute gesture, she grabbed her phone and, without hesitation, deleted the recording she had kept. What for? She wasn't going to do anything with it, and truly, it wasn't her problem.The reality was that her own affairs already demanded her attention. Soon, very soon, she would have to start working in person at the company that had hired her. That meant one thing: the children. Who would look after them while she was at the office? The idea of a nanny began to take shape in her head—an imminent necessity to be prepared.Right at that moment, a little voice interrupted her musings. Henry appeared in the doorway, his prec

Tatiana abruptly got out of bed, fury vibrating through every fiber of her being. Her eyes, still swollen from tears, shot sparks as she looked at her mother."You know what, Mom?" she said, her voice loaded with resentment. "I'm leaving this house. I can't stand dealing with all this anymore as if I were the only one to blame."Mariola rushed to block her path, panic reflected on her face. "Don't go! You shouldn't go anywhere in this state! You haven't even eaten anything!""I don't care about anything!" Tatiana snapped, pushing her mother's hand away with a rough movement.And with that, she left. The sound of the front door slamming shut left Mariola alone in the room, her heart sinking. She paced back and forth, her mind a whirlwind of worry. She knew Tatiana wasn't thinking clearly at that moment; she wasn't in any condition to be alone. But what more could she do? Her daughter was an adult, and she couldn't force her to stay. Helplessness gnawed at her.She grabbed her phone and

Bianca stared at her rose-shaped pendant and sighed deeply before trying to sleep. Though getting any actual sleep after overthinking everything would truly be quite a challenge.Eric's face, his smile, the intensity of his eyes—everything crowded into her mind, mixed with the uncertainty of her fresh start at Pretty. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing fatigue would drag her into unconsciousness, but every attempt was useless. The night dragged on, long and full of restlessness.The next morning, Bianca woke up a bit discouraged, the weight of the sleepless night still clinging to her, yet she forced herself to smile at the new day.It was a sunny day; sunbeams filtered through the curtains, painting the walls a faint yellow. Her eyes flew wide open as she remembered the nanny was probably already waiting for someone to open the door. She checked the time and, to her surprise, it was almost nine in the morning."Oh, my God!" she thought with a pang of guilt. Hurriedly, she rushed to