Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 15: Chapter 15
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Raelynn pointed to one of the images, her face twisted with rage. "Look! She posted a picture with your name clearly visible on the incubator! I don't know if she's trying to rub it in your face or just show off, but it's disgusting!"
The blood in my veins ran cold as my head swam with fury. How did Diana get her hands on pictures of my son? How did she even get into the ICU?
Quinn. It had to be him. He must've brought her there.
The thought hit me like a punch to the chest. I felt lightheaded, my body trembling with anger. Raelynn's voice became a dull hum in the background, her words barely reaching me.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I managed to steady my breathing. "I understand. Thank you, Raelynn. I just need some time alone now."
Raelynn gave me a concerned glance but nodded, quietly stepping out and closing the door behind her.
My chest tightened with pain. I grabbed my phone, hands trembling, as I dialed Quinn's number. The line barely rang twice before I abruptly hung up.
The truth was crystal clear. What was there left to say? Could I accuse him of betrayal? Beg for some explanation?
None of it mattered anymore. The silence in my apartment felt deafening as I sank further into my despair.
Then my phone buzzed in my hand. Quinn was calling me back. His voice was flat, like he was talking to a stranger. "What's going on, Natalia?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat, barely holding on to whatever composure I had left. "Did you take Diana to see our son?"
There was a pause, brief, but enough to make the air feel thick with tension. Then he responded, "She was upset after the accident. She came by for a follow-up yesterday and asked to see him. I didn't think it was a big deal."
His explanation was exactly what I expected, but hearing it out loud didn't make the betrayal any easier to swallow.
"You honestly believe this was just an accident?" I asked, my voice trembling with emotion.
"Natalia," Quinn said, his tone as steady as ever, "the fact that you and the baby are safe is all that matters now." His words were like a sharp knife twisting deeper into my chest.
"Don't lie to me, Quinn." My voice cut through the silence, sharp with anger. "If you truly believed it was just an accident, you wouldn't feel the need to explain yourself."
I paused, letting the words sink in, then a bitter laugh escaped my lips. "So, look at that. You can actually feel guilty after all."
Quinn had always been the type to hold his cards close to his chest—proud, cold, and never one to explain himself.
But the defensiveness in his voice now... it told me everything. He knew exactly what had happened, and that only confirmed what I'd feared all along.
"Natalia!" His voice sharpened, frustration cutting through the tension. "You think you've got it all figured out, don't you?"
I braced myself for another round of insults, the usual put-downs, or maybe even a harsh remark.
But instead, I heard something I never thought I'd hear—he let out a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh before abruptly hanging up.
The silence that followed was deafening. The afternoon passed in a blur. I couldn't bring myself to eat the meal the nurse had brought. Instead, I curled up in bed, my mind racing in a million directions.
Quinn was trying to take my son from me—no question about it. And I couldn't just sit back and let it happen. But what the hell could I do?
I was so lost in thought that I didn't even hear Aiden come in during his evening rounds. "Natalia, why aren't you eating?" His voice was soft, pulling me back from the spiraling thoughts in my head.
I looked up into his concerned eyes, his hand gently pressing to my forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"
I hesitated, my gaze lingering on his white coat, as an idea started to take root. My fingers gripped the sleeve of his coat, and I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. "Aiden, I need your help. But what I'm about to ask... it might put you in a tough spot."
He gave me a warm smile, reassuring and steady. "Whatever it is, Natalia, if I can do it, I will. No matter what it costs."
The blood in my veins ran cold as my head swam with fury. How did Diana get her hands on pictures of my son? How did she even get into the ICU?
Quinn. It had to be him. He must've brought her there.
The thought hit me like a punch to the chest. I felt lightheaded, my body trembling with anger. Raelynn's voice became a dull hum in the background, her words barely reaching me.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I managed to steady my breathing. "I understand. Thank you, Raelynn. I just need some time alone now."
Raelynn gave me a concerned glance but nodded, quietly stepping out and closing the door behind her.
My chest tightened with pain. I grabbed my phone, hands trembling, as I dialed Quinn's number. The line barely rang twice before I abruptly hung up.
The truth was crystal clear. What was there left to say? Could I accuse him of betrayal? Beg for some explanation?
None of it mattered anymore. The silence in my apartment felt deafening as I sank further into my despair.
Then my phone buzzed in my hand. Quinn was calling me back. His voice was flat, like he was talking to a stranger. "What's going on, Natalia?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat, barely holding on to whatever composure I had left. "Did you take Diana to see our son?"
There was a pause, brief, but enough to make the air feel thick with tension. Then he responded, "She was upset after the accident. She came by for a follow-up yesterday and asked to see him. I didn't think it was a big deal."
His explanation was exactly what I expected, but hearing it out loud didn't make the betrayal any easier to swallow.
"You honestly believe this was just an accident?" I asked, my voice trembling with emotion.
"Natalia," Quinn said, his tone as steady as ever, "the fact that you and the baby are safe is all that matters now." His words were like a sharp knife twisting deeper into my chest.
"Don't lie to me, Quinn." My voice cut through the silence, sharp with anger. "If you truly believed it was just an accident, you wouldn't feel the need to explain yourself."
I paused, letting the words sink in, then a bitter laugh escaped my lips. "So, look at that. You can actually feel guilty after all."
Quinn had always been the type to hold his cards close to his chest—proud, cold, and never one to explain himself.
But the defensiveness in his voice now... it told me everything. He knew exactly what had happened, and that only confirmed what I'd feared all along.
"Natalia!" His voice sharpened, frustration cutting through the tension. "You think you've got it all figured out, don't you?"
I braced myself for another round of insults, the usual put-downs, or maybe even a harsh remark.
But instead, I heard something I never thought I'd hear—he let out a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh before abruptly hanging up.
The silence that followed was deafening. The afternoon passed in a blur. I couldn't bring myself to eat the meal the nurse had brought. Instead, I curled up in bed, my mind racing in a million directions.
Quinn was trying to take my son from me—no question about it. And I couldn't just sit back and let it happen. But what the hell could I do?
I was so lost in thought that I didn't even hear Aiden come in during his evening rounds. "Natalia, why aren't you eating?" His voice was soft, pulling me back from the spiraling thoughts in my head.
I looked up into his concerned eyes, his hand gently pressing to my forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"
I hesitated, my gaze lingering on his white coat, as an idea started to take root. My fingers gripped the sleeve of his coat, and I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. "Aiden, I need your help. But what I'm about to ask... it might put you in a tough spot."
He gave me a warm smile, reassuring and steady. "Whatever it is, Natalia, if I can do it, I will. No matter what it costs."
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