บททั้งหมดของ Too Late: My Ex Husband is Back: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Fayre"Is Daddy coming?"Phoebe’s tiny, frail voice broke the silence in the living room. She sat on the edge of the sofa, her oversized birthday hat slipping slightly to the side. She looked so pale, her small hands clutching the hem of her party dress.I forced a bright smile, though my chest felt like it was caving in. "Of course he is, baby. Daddy just got held up at work. You know how busy he gets.""But he promised," she whispered, her lower lip trembling. "He promised he would be here for my cake.""I know, sweetheart," I said, walking over to adjust her hat. "He'll be here soon."I turned away before she could see the tears pooling in my eyes. I walked into the kitchen, trying to calm my nerves.Elma, our longtime housekeeper, gave me a sympathetic look as she arranged the candles on the cake. "Should I try calling Mr. Mitchell again, ma’am?""No," I replied. "I’ve called him six times. He knows what today is."I stared blindly out the kitchen window. I used to be a brilliant

Fayre"Clear!"The crack of the defibrillator echoed through the doors of the ICU. Inside, Sanyi was shouting at three frantic nurses, his hands pumping down on Phoebe’s tiny, unmoving chest.I pressed my hands against the glass. Move. Please, baby, breathe. Just take one breath."Fayre, pull yourself together," Mitchell’s voice waved through the sound of the beeping monitors. He stood a few feet behind me, his hands tucked into his suit pockets. "The doctors are doing what they can. Standing there crying isn't going to change the efficiency of the medical staff."I turned my head slowly, looking at him through a blur of tears. "Her heart stopped because of you, Mitchell. You took the money for her medicine.""I reallocated corporate capital to a viable pregnancy," Mitchell said, his chin lifting with that insufferable, unyielding arrogance. "Ria’s child carries the primary bloodline. It was a decision for the hospital's future. You’re a scientist, Fayre. You should understand better.

FayreHis questions made me scoff. The fact that he thought he still had rights to ask me who I was with, or who I wasn’t with, was ridiculous.Mitchell crossed the lobby before his lawyers could reach him. He stopped in front of Matteo, his eyes fixed on our joined hands.“What are you doing with my wife?” he demanded. His eyes fixated on Matteo’s hands, and now his caressing thumb, running up and down my palm.I bet he never imagined that I would meet one of his idols. What a shame. I watched as he regarded us with disbelief. Matteo proceeded to move, but Mitchell stopped us in our tracks.“She is not your wife,” Matteo said.“Yes, she is,” Mitchell snapped. “And you are holding her hand.” He insisted. He proceeded to form a bridge between us. “Fayre, is this a payback or what? Or were you cheating on me with this—” Before he could finish his statement, Matteo lifted his free hand and snapped his fingers once. Four Sovereign Trust guards stepped forward and took Mitchell by the arms

FayreBy the time I regained any sense of awareness, I was in my bed, with an oxygen mask over my face, and air being forced through me, a needle in both my hands, and no one in the room.I was in my room, back in the Vance estate, my childhood room. I didn’t need to look to know that there was a peach-colored cabinet by my side, or the fact that a vintage emerald lamp was the source of the warm light I woke up to.The scent in my room was so nostalgic. If the grief settling within me wasn’t still present, I would have been convinced I was still 18 years old and I had just woken up after going on one of my girls’ trips.But the pain my heart felt was nothing like I had ever felt.I had just woken up from a nightmare, and I was holding my baby in my hand, trying to wake her up, then I started hearing the beeping of the cardiac monitor.Then it stopped. It began a constant ring. I was trying to wake her up, but she wouldn’t wake up no matter how many times I tried. I had done CPR. I had

FayreFirst step was taking everything Mitchell owned. The court might have taken back my initial investment, but I wanted to see him grovel more than he was currently doing.“Grandpa,” Walking into Grandpa’s room, I met a nurse in there, giving him a bath. He turned, looked at me, and smiled.“Oh, sweetpea, come… come sit with me,” tapping the side of the bed, he demanded I took a sit, which I did.“Good day, Lady Fayre, I hope you are feeling well.”“I am,” I confessed.I don’t even know what that was, but at least it got her out of my back.Grandpa turned to me. “How are you doing?” he asked, in a more gentle tone than the nurse, more inquisitive.“No more hallucinations, but I don’t think I can give an honest answer to that, Dad. I am just…” Placing his finger between his lips, he pulled me closer.“Travel out of the country, what do you think? And I think Matteo is free to.” He winked at me, my cheeks burned.“I know it’s too early to start pushing you to be with someone, but you