Billionaire's Dirty Mistress

Billionaire's Dirty Mistress

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"Y-you can't be there for me?" Davina asked taking a step back, her hands shaking by her side. "W-what do you m-mean?" "It means that I don't want anything to do with the baby and I'm done with the affair." "Honestly, this is a good wake up call for me that I need to grow up and focus on trying to make a family with my wife. I'm sorry Davina but I don't love you anymore, I have felt this way for awhile now actually." Crack! Davina's hand goes to her heart where it clenches in pain as she stares at the cold expression on Elio's face as he stares back at her. The tears that she was keeping at bay finally cascaded down Davina's face. She doesn't say anything as she just nods her head as she grabs her bag from where she placed it and cleared her throat. "If that's how you feel I'll be leaving, you have a great life Elio," Davina says standing up straight and wiping the tears from under eyes. Elio doesn't say anything to her as she starts walking to the door, her hand rests on the door handle before she turns around and gives Elio one last look before shaking her head. "If you decide later down the road that you want something to do with our child, you're not going to get the opportunity because I'll make sure my child knows that their own father couldn't love them when they were just a cell." With that said Davina walks out of his office for the last time slamming the door on her way out, the tears that were once clogged up in her throat and running down her face like a flood were long gone and was replaced with determination.
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He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

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