Chapter 23
Elijah’s POV
My eyes widened in alarm. I felt my heart plummeting to the ground just as I heard my breaths coming in short and
raspy.
“Don’t you remember what you said last night, Elijah?” Serena asked, looking anxious.
“I, uh…” My mind was a complete blank. I was so drunk last night that I couldn’t remember what had happened when I went to Sophia’s apartment. But I was pretty sure that we hadn’t talked about anything of that sort. “I don’t remember, but I know that Sophia would never do something like that. If she really said it, then she was probably just making it up or exaggerating to drive me away!”
“Well, it didn’t seem like it,” Serena responded casually. “I don’t think a woman can joke about something like that. And you know that Sophia’s not the type to drop empty threats. Besides, she already lost her baby once so perhaps it doesn’t really matter to her anymore, especially if it’s your child.”
Her words made my heart ache. It made me remember how Sophia and I met at the university, which eventually led to our first child together – an unplanned pregnancy that brought us into marriage in the first place.
I used to watch her closely as she made a presentation in class, noticing how she often bit her lower lip when she was nervous. Just like Sabrina, my childhood best friend. At that time, losing Sabrina still affected me greatly. I was still trying to search for her then, ever since she’d gone missing when we were kids. Sophia reminded me of Sabrina, so I found myself spending more and more time with her.
Sophia was sweet and beautiful and talented. I remembered how we’d gotten carried away at that graduation party, both of us having had a lot more to drink. Then a few months later, I ran into her at the hospital and found out she was pregnant. The memory was still vivid in my head.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.
“We should get married,” I’d told her at once, being the responsible young man I always was. I knew and felt that it was the right thing to do. But I sure didn’t expect her to say yes without much thought.
So we had that shotgun wedding… It was like a whirlwind romance that ended up in a forced marriage that neither of us was ready for. Damn, I didn’t know how to feel. Everything just happened so fast!
We weren’t wing together for long when she had an unexpected mariage. We lost The say, and found myself feeling lost too and sure about anything
“Your wife’s too weak to see this pregnancy through the doctor had told me then.” it seems like she’s teen six since she was a young child, so it’s best that she rest fres for a year or two before you try again for another baby”
Since then, I didn’s went her to do much around the house I didn’t want her coming to the office the secause it would just stress her out. All lever wanted was for her to be happy and healthy, essesally when she was with me, even if we could not have any children anymore,
Looking back throughout the years, I realized that I’d never told her that. Perhaps she neve fet that lored
flooked up and found myself meeting Serene’s eyes, I snapped back to reality.” Seene, I have to go. Thanks for having lunch with me, but there are plenty of things I
She looked disappointed and was about to protest when I stood up and said a quick goodbye, “buat go shopping or sightseeing, Enjoy Paris, and I see you tonight again
Before she could answer, I exited the hotel restaurant already, still thinking about Sophie, She didn’t want another child, I reminded myself, thinking back to that moment when I had suggested having another one. Afterwards, she’d asked for a divorce. And now that she’s pregnant again with my child, she doesn’t want to go through with to What am I supposed to think about that?!
For the rest of the day, I went through the motions like a robot. I still had a little bit of a hangover, which felt like a stubborn headache ringing in my brain while I met up With our business partners and toured our future development area. Bitter thoughts of Sophia just added to the migraine and the feelings of discomfort.
That afternoon, I found myself drinking strong black coffee in an empty cafe across from our office. Maybe getting married was a wrong decision in the first place, I thought. We should never have rushed into it. I guess Sophia only married me because of the baby. She was young and confused and pregnant… No wonder…
Suddenly, a ping from my phone disrupted my reverie. I opened the text message and read it:
Hey, I’ve arrived in France. We can meet when you’re free.