Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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With a loud bang, pain shot through my back like a lightning strike, tearing straight through to my heart.
I gasped, my whole body trembling. The searing ache in my back was nothing compared to the sting of betrayal burning in my chest.
I lifted my gaze to meet Quinn's eyes, my expression hard, defiant. I couldn't stop the biting sarcasm in my voice. "So, it's fine for you to have your childhood sweetheart, but I can't have a close childhood friend?"
"Natalia!" Quinn's face darkened instantly. His hand gripped my shoulder with a force that nearly knocked the air out of me. The pressure was suffocating.
His muscles, built from years of working out, rendered any attempt to escape pointless. But I didn't even bother to fight it anymore.
I stared him down, my voice steady and cold. "If you're just worried about your reputation and need a better excuse for a divorce, just say so. But leave innocent people out of it."
His eyes narrowed dangerously, his jaw tightening as if to say something. But before he could speak, the shrill ringtone of his phone sliced through the tension in the air.
The screen flashed with the name "Diana," and it was like a match tossed into a barrel of gasoline—fueling the fire of my fury. My chest heaved, my breath coming in shallow gasps as the anger I'd been holding back exploded to the surface.
"Get out of my way!" I shoved him aside, storming out of the room without a second glance.
For years, I'd humbled myself before him, bending over backward to win his heart, naively thinking my sincerity could melt even the hardest heart.
But now, standing in the aftermath of all my efforts, I finally understood the truth: it was all a fantasy. I'd been lying to myself all along.
Quinn didn't love me. Not once, not ever. Every smile I gave him, every sacrifice, every ounce of devotion I poured into this relationship—it meant nothing to him.
In the NICU, standing close to the incubator, I stared at my baby's tiny, delicate face, and for the first time in what felt like forever, a wave of calm washed over me.
The nurse on duty mentioned that I could visit twice a day now. While I couldn't hold him or kiss him yet, just seeing him—alive and breathing—felt like a miracle.
That afternoon, Raelynn came to the hospital with flowers and a basket of fruit. "How's it going, Ms. Hinton? How long until you're out of here?" she asked, her voice full of genuine concern.
"Not too much longer, I think," I replied, giving her a teasing smile. "What's with the visit? Getting swamped without me? Came to drag me back to work already?"
Raelynn gasped, feigning shock. "Do I look that heartless? I could work around the clock and still make sure your stuff gets done. You know that!"
Her playful exaggeration made me laugh. I took the fruit she'd peeled and we chatted casually, the tension of the past few days lifting for a moment.
But Raelynn seemed off. I figured maybe she was just getting bored, so I suggested, "It's getting late. You should head home and get some rest."
She didn't budge. Instead, she looked at me, her face filled with hesitation, like she was wrestling with something hard to say. Finally, she bit her lip and asked quietly, "Ms. Hinton, are you planning to divorce Mr. Madden?"
I froze, completely caught off guard by the question.
When I didn't answer right away, Raelynn's anxiety grew. "Ms. Hinton, I know this isn't really my place, but I've been working for you for years. You've always treated me like family, and I just... I feel like I need to say something.
"If you're planning to divorce Mr. Madden, okay, but—don't just let that woman take your son from you. She doesn't deserve him!"
Her words hit me hard, like a punch to the gut. "What are you talking about?" I asked, completely confused.
Raelynn quickly pulled out her phone, opening Diana's Instagram. "Look at this," she said, showing me the screen. It was a simple post—just a series of baby photos with the caption: [Welcome to the world, little angel.]
I didn't even need to look twice. The baby in those pictures was unmistakably my son.
I gasped, my whole body trembling. The searing ache in my back was nothing compared to the sting of betrayal burning in my chest.
I lifted my gaze to meet Quinn's eyes, my expression hard, defiant. I couldn't stop the biting sarcasm in my voice. "So, it's fine for you to have your childhood sweetheart, but I can't have a close childhood friend?"
"Natalia!" Quinn's face darkened instantly. His hand gripped my shoulder with a force that nearly knocked the air out of me. The pressure was suffocating.
His muscles, built from years of working out, rendered any attempt to escape pointless. But I didn't even bother to fight it anymore.
I stared him down, my voice steady and cold. "If you're just worried about your reputation and need a better excuse for a divorce, just say so. But leave innocent people out of it."
His eyes narrowed dangerously, his jaw tightening as if to say something. But before he could speak, the shrill ringtone of his phone sliced through the tension in the air.
The screen flashed with the name "Diana," and it was like a match tossed into a barrel of gasoline—fueling the fire of my fury. My chest heaved, my breath coming in shallow gasps as the anger I'd been holding back exploded to the surface.
"Get out of my way!" I shoved him aside, storming out of the room without a second glance.
For years, I'd humbled myself before him, bending over backward to win his heart, naively thinking my sincerity could melt even the hardest heart.
But now, standing in the aftermath of all my efforts, I finally understood the truth: it was all a fantasy. I'd been lying to myself all along.
Quinn didn't love me. Not once, not ever. Every smile I gave him, every sacrifice, every ounce of devotion I poured into this relationship—it meant nothing to him.
In the NICU, standing close to the incubator, I stared at my baby's tiny, delicate face, and for the first time in what felt like forever, a wave of calm washed over me.
The nurse on duty mentioned that I could visit twice a day now. While I couldn't hold him or kiss him yet, just seeing him—alive and breathing—felt like a miracle.
That afternoon, Raelynn came to the hospital with flowers and a basket of fruit. "How's it going, Ms. Hinton? How long until you're out of here?" she asked, her voice full of genuine concern.
"Not too much longer, I think," I replied, giving her a teasing smile. "What's with the visit? Getting swamped without me? Came to drag me back to work already?"
Raelynn gasped, feigning shock. "Do I look that heartless? I could work around the clock and still make sure your stuff gets done. You know that!"
Her playful exaggeration made me laugh. I took the fruit she'd peeled and we chatted casually, the tension of the past few days lifting for a moment.
But Raelynn seemed off. I figured maybe she was just getting bored, so I suggested, "It's getting late. You should head home and get some rest."
She didn't budge. Instead, she looked at me, her face filled with hesitation, like she was wrestling with something hard to say. Finally, she bit her lip and asked quietly, "Ms. Hinton, are you planning to divorce Mr. Madden?"
I froze, completely caught off guard by the question.
When I didn't answer right away, Raelynn's anxiety grew. "Ms. Hinton, I know this isn't really my place, but I've been working for you for years. You've always treated me like family, and I just... I feel like I need to say something.
"If you're planning to divorce Mr. Madden, okay, but—don't just let that woman take your son from you. She doesn't deserve him!"
Her words hit me hard, like a punch to the gut. "What are you talking about?" I asked, completely confused.
Raelynn quickly pulled out her phone, opening Diana's Instagram. "Look at this," she said, showing me the screen. It was a simple post—just a series of baby photos with the caption: [Welcome to the world, little angel.]
I didn't even need to look twice. The baby in those pictures was unmistakably my son.
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