บททั้งหมดของ The billionaire's trifling romance:Her revenge : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

There I was, standing in the center of the huge mansion with my husband, who was at the door facing me. Chris stood behind him, a small crib next to him. *Is that a baby?!?*Is this why Amanda asked me to be the one to welcome him?!?He walked toward me in big strides, and I must say I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous in my entire life. Various thoughts already ran through my mind at that moment, but I couldn’t voice them out.He finally got to the center of the room and stopped in front of me.He kept quiet for some time as if thinking of what to say, then he finally spoke.“The child is mine...”*My fear finally came true. Of course, he must have been married. Is there a law against polygamy?!? I’m not in a place to question him.* But what replaced my curiosity was anger. I clenched my fist. How could he drop that kind of bombshell on me with a straight face? It was like he didn’t even care what I felt about this.“It doesn’t have a mother anymore, so you have to take care of i

"You don't have to go if you don't want to," Jared stated while tugging at my trouser leg.I was so lost in thought I didn’t even notice when he came that close to me."What are you talking about, Jared?" I asked while picking him up from the ground and turning to leave."Whenever you go out with Daddy, you always have small bruises on your neck, and you always try to hide them. Is Daddy hurting you?!?" he asked while wrapping his arms around my neck."What!!? No, of course not. Daddy would never..." He noticed. I’d been careful, but not careful enough."You can sleep in my room tonight. We’ll lock the door so Daddy can’t come in," he said, his small brows furrowed, voice trembling with worry."It's fine, darling, I promise it's not what you think." ...I really need to have a talk with him."I love you, Mummy," he said while resting his head on me. He must have been very worried."I love you too, son... but I want you to know that Daddy isn't hurting me. So please, don't hate him, oka

The rest of the evening went by in a haze. I was sitting in front of the water fountain — just me and my thoughts. The sound of running water always reminded me of things I tried so hard to forget. That was when he appeared. Walking towards me in big strides, he stopped in front of me and asked, "When was the last time you saw him?" "The cotton candy stand. I was holding his hand, but I let go for one second and he was gone," I said, trying to fight back tears I knew would fall any time soon. He surveyed the area, then barked orders to the men towering behind him. Within minutes, everyone in the amusement park had cleared out. It's funny what money can do; you can control people any way you want. Moments later the park was silent, Jared’s name blasting from the speakers while flashlights swept the empty grounds. Jimmie told me to wait in the car, but I couldn't fight the restlessness in me. The thought of losing another child clawed at my chest — no, I couldn’t stay still.

Our gazes locked — too close, too quiet — and for the first time, he didn’t look away.I kept yelling inside my head, “Get out of here, or at least look away!” But my body did otherwise.I just stayed there, unable to resist this magnetic eye contact.He moved closer. Was he trying to kiss me?!And even closer. I should stop him, but why do I feel so helpless under his gaze?Just as his lips were about to touch mine, we heard a knock on the door. Great timing.This was the most awkward situation of my life. I immediately sat up and tried to adjust my dress. Why did I feel like I’d committed a grave sin?He went to attend to whoever was at the door, then came back inside the room.I immediately got off the bed and fired at him,“What am I doing here?!?”“You were freezing. I didn’t want you to get sick.”“Why would you care about that?” I muttered under my breath while making an attempt to leave the room.He grabbed me by the hand to stop me and said,“You think I sleep easy knowing yo

Days passed, soft and slow, like time itself had lost meaning.The hospital walls no longer smelled of medicine but of faint flowers from Ethan’s daily bouquet. He was there every morning, smiling, gentle, familiar — the one constant I could still name. And yet, when I looked at him, a small ache stirred in my chest, a whisper I couldn’t understand.He would talk to me about a life we supposedly shared — dinners with friends, the apartment we lived in — trying to help me piece things together. But every story he told felt like something I was reading about someone else’s life.I remembered his laughter, the way his voice dropped when he was serious, the habit he had of tapping his thumb against his coffee cup. Those details came easily, like muscle memory.But the rest? Empty space.The moments that were supposed to fill the years between us — gone.---At night, when the hospital lights dimmed, flashes began to come.A child running barefoot on wet grass.A voice calling my name — no