Todos los capítulos de DIVORCED BY THE CEO, NOW HE WANTS ME: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Page 82 said: "Today I bled. I think I lost the baby. I didn't tell Ethan."Leo fell asleep at 8:49 PM with his shoes still on.He had refused to take off his blue kindergarten uniform. He said if he took it off, the word would come back. So he slept in it, between Ethan and Chloe in the master bed, one hand holding Chloe's hair, one hand holding Ethan's thumb, his dinosaur Band-Aid on his forehead where he hit the locker that morning.His breathing turned soft. In, out. In, out.Chloe was awake, staring at the ceiling. Her hand rested on Leo's small chest, feeling his heart beat against her palm. She was listening to make sure he was still breathing. She had been listening for 3 years like that.Ethan was awake too, sitting against the headboard, his right hand wrapped in a bag of frozen peas from the kitchen because his knuckles were swollen purple from punching Mark Zhao in the kindergarten hallway. He hadn't said a word since they came home. He just kept staring at the photo securi

Ethan Knight got drunk for the first time in 3 years — because a pregnancy test showed two lines.11:47 PM. Private Villa, Long Island.Chloe locked herself in the master bedroom after the positive test. She sat on the floor with her back against the bed, holding the plastic stick like it would disappear if she squeezed it hard enough.Two lines.Second baby. Another Knight baby with RH-null blood. Another baby that would need protection from day one. Another child Vanessa would try to kill. Another child Madam Knight would call defective.In the living room, Ethan stared at the same test. He had placed it on the coffee table, under the lamp, like evidence in a board meeting.Two lines.He had a five-year-old son who almost died last week from aplastic anemia. He had a mother who tried to take that son. He had a fake fiancée parked outside his gate with binoculars. And now a second child, on the way, with the woman he divorced and called barren.He opened the bottom cabinet. The whisk

8:00 AM. Villa kitchen.Chloe woke up after three hours of sleep.Her neck hurt. She slept on the floor of the master bedroom, Leo curled on her chest, his small hand holding her shirt.Outside the locked door, the living room was silent.No Ethan snoring. No whiskey glass clinking.She opened the door a crack.Ethan was not on the floor anymore.He sat at the breakfast table.Fresh white shirt. Black suit pants. Hair combed. Sober.But his eyes were red. Not just from whiskey. From no sleep. From rain. From kneeling on the floor last night begging behind a locked door.On the table in front of him, two things.First: A pregnancy test. Positive. Two dark lines. The one Chloe left on the bathroom sink last night when she was too tired to hide it.Second: His phone. Screen on. A text from his father, Richard Knight._Come to mansion at 7 PM tonight. Sign 50% share transfer to Lee Group. Or I freeze all your personal accounts permanently and give Leo's full custody to your mother. You ha

8:47 PM. Plaza Hotel charity gala.Chloe held her stomach.Black velvet dress soaked with Vanessa's red wine. Cold wine seeping through fabric onto skin. Onto four-week bump that didn't even show yet.A cramp shot through her lower belly. Sharp. Then dull ache.Four weeks pregnant. RH-null. High-risk. Stress, push, wine spill, 300 eyes watching.Across the phone on loudspeaker, nanny screamed:"Mr. Knight! Leo's nose won't stop! Blood everywhere on floor! He fainted! Mr. Knight!"Two children bleeding.One inside Chloe's womb. Four weeks. No heartbeat on ultrasound yet. Just two lines on test.One outside. Three years old. In villa. Post bone marrow transplant. Aplastic anemia. Nosebleed that could kill him if platelets were low.And Richard Knight shouting from head table, wine glass in hand, loud enough for board members to hear:"Ethan! Stay! If you leave this gala now, you prove you are emotional, unstable babysitter! Board votes you out tomorrow! Be a CEO! Not a father!"300 peop

The pink envelope came at 8 AM. No name on it.Chloe opened it in the kitchen while Ethan was still asleep. His arm had a cotton ball taped on from last night's blood test for the transplant. He'd bled through it.Inside the envelope, thick pink card._VANESSA'S 27TH BIRTHDAY. Plaza Hotel Rooftop. 8 PM. Come alone._And under it, handwritten: _Don't come and I post the video of you pawning your wedding ring for $500. And Ryan's fake report — you know which one. Leo loses insurance tomorrow. His medicine stops before transplant._Her fingers went cold.That video — three years ago, after Madam Knight froze her cards, she had sold the ring in a pawn shop on 8th street. Vanessa's driver was behind her in line, filming.And Ryan's report — Ryan had faked a DNA test saying Leo wasn't a Knight, to keep the Knights away from him. If that leaked, the board would cut Leo off. No insurance. No medicine.She folded the card back up. Ethan had bone marrow aspiration tomorrow. Without anesthesia.