All Chapters of The CEO's Rejected Wife's Twins: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Eric had his breakfast sitting right in front of him, but he didn't touch a bite. His parents' gaze was a tangible presence that made him feel as though they were reading his every thought. At any other time, his progenitors' attention would have seemed normal, even comforting, but today was different.George, as if sensing his son's nervousness, cleared his throat."Eric," he began, his voice soft and deep, "are you still completely overloaded with work? Are things running the same way at the company? Honestly, I'd like to lend you a hand, but you know I have my own matters to attend to. Anyway, you've proven to me that you're the right person to carry on the work. You're truly incredible, son. I'm very proud of you."The unexpected and sincere compliment made Eric look up. Neither Jackeline nor he expected George—a man who rarely expressed his emotions—to unburden himself like that. Eric felt a lump in his throat."Thank you, father. I'm always giving it my best," he replied, trying

The workday had ended, and Eric felt as though a slab of concrete were pressing down on his chest. Calling Elara had been a risky step, but a necessary one. Yet the uncertainty of Bianca's reaction and the looming confession to his parents had pushed him to the limit. That was why Isaac's proposal felt like the perfect escape valve."How about we go grab a drink?" Isaac asked, flashing a mischievous smile. "It's been a while since we did that."Eric looked at him, deadpan."A while?" he retorted, raising an eyebrow. "Man, are you sure about that? It hasn't been all that long since the last time we drank."Isaac burst out laughing, acknowledging the truth in his friend's words."You're right, I admit it," he laughed. "... but come on, a night out for drinks would do us good. You need to clear your head. So do I."Eric nodded, a fleeting smile crossing his face. The two of them headed to a noisy bar in the city.Back at his luxury residence, Jackeline couldn't get Eric's visit out of he

The sun peeked shyly through the window, painting golden streaks across the wooden floor. Bianca stirred beneath the sheets, feeling the weight of the exhaustion—not physical, but emotional—that had followed her since the night before. The bed was her refuge, a place where she could hide from reality, from thoughts of work, from Eric Harrington. The temptation to stay put was strong, but her guilt was even stronger. She couldn't waste a day, not with her kids. She sat up, stretching her aching muscles, and decided that for today, school could wait. She'd already told Julia to take the day off, a small gesture to ensure nobody disturbed her.After setting her phone aside, she headed to the bathroom. As the warm shower cascaded over her body, she tried—unsuccessfully—to banish Eric's image from her mind. His eyes, his sarcastic smile, his voice... it all came crashing back. She desperately sought an escape, something to focus on entirely.After preparing breakfast for Olivia and Henry a

Eric's hands trembled as he held the photographs, though not with rage, but with a strange stillness. In them, Aitana was smiling—a smile that now seemed as foreign to him as a stranger's.The facade that had been their relationship was crumbling, not from the pain of loss, but from the revelation of emptiness. The void he'd once felt wasn't due to her absence, but to the lack of anything real to lose. But today, that void was gone. There was no pain, no tears. Just irritation at encountering those ghosts he'd thought he'd banished for good.With a burst of frustration, he hurled the photos to the floor. The sound of papers scattering was a hollow echo of his disappointment. Why were they still there? Why hadn't they gone with the rest of the memories? He bent down, picked them up with a silent fury, and tossed them into the trash can like the last scraps of a poisoned feast.He dropped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling—a blank canvas that seemed to mock his mind. He squeezed his e

With the little courage she had left, Bianca pulled away, seeking distance as a desperate refuge. She leaned against the wall, trying to pull herself together, but her heart kept pounding like a war drum. Her breathing hitched, the air refusing to enter her lungs. Despite the physical distance, she felt cornered, vulnerable, like a mouse in a cat's cage.Eric, for his part, took a deep breath—a calmness that contrasted sharply with her internal chaos. With absolute nonchalance, he sat down in Elara's swivel chair, his gaze intense and dominant. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, letting her know without words that he was the one in charge here. Then, with a flick of his hand, he pointed at her."Aren't you going to tell me anything about that night?" he asked, his voice echoing hollowly in the office.Bianca glared at him with fury."What reason do you have for wanting me to talk about that if, after all, you never even believed me?" she snapped, her voice laden with re