Divorced, But Queen - Chapter 187: Chapter 187
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Kim's gaze was mocking. "Not now, but someday you will. What can you give Maisie, Cloe? A life in a restaurant, cooking for others?"
He loosened his tie, every movement laced with aristocratic arrogance. "I'll never have another child—Maisie's my only heir. I'll pave a golden path for her, put her at the top of the world, give her honor and glory. All you can offer her is Amour Bistro. What, you want her to spend her life serving customers with a smile, just like you?"
Cloe's lips trembled, biting back tears, stubborn yet shattered.
Aria's eyes went cold as ice; she clenched her fists, ready to strike. But before she could act, Maisie landed a small, resounding slap on Kim's face.
Time froze.
"Bad man! I hate you!" Maisie declared.
She was smart enough to know how much those words would hurt her mom. Reaching out, she hugged Cloe tightly.
Cloe, holding back tears, gathered her daughter close. Maisie nestled in her mother's neck, eyes red and brimming. "Mommy, we don't have to listen to him. As long as I have you, I'm the happiest kid in the world."
Cloe stroked her daughter's hair, voice trembling as tears streamed down her face. "Mm-hmm."
As soon as Kim caught the look in Cloe's eyes, regret washed over him—Maisie's slap hadn't hurt a bit, but it was a brutal wake-up call.
Aria's face was icy, her gaze darkening with a murderous edge. "Maisie, cover your ears," she ordered coldly.
Maisie instantly obeyed, hands flying up to block out the coming storm.
Aria stalked forward, her words sharp as knives. "You really are pathetic, Kim. You didn't throw up for months. You didn't carry a baby for ten agonizing months.
"You weren't the one whose body was sliced open and stitched back together. All you did was have a little fun—what exactly did you sacrifice? And now you want to take Maisie from her?
"Where do you get the nerve? Is it the Shaw family that makes you so bold, or are you just overestimating yourself?"
Seeing the look in Cloe's eyes, Kim felt instant regret. Maisie's little slap didn't hurt, but it snapped him awake. Outside, thunder rolled and clouds swallowed the daylight, plunging the room into shadow.
Kim's mind flashed to Cloe on the operating table. She was terrified of pain.
Guilt hit him like a cold downpour—fast, sharp, relentless.
Cloe was always proud, never one to show weakness, but now her face was streaked with tears because of him.
If he could turn back time just two minutes, he'd have taken every word back.
He was angry Cloe had hidden her pregnancy and child, angry that she kept running, planning to escape to Kanit City.
His frustration and resentment got the better of him, and now his words had come back to bite him.
Emma was right: his mouth was going to get him in trouble one day.
He had no right to fight for Maisie. He hadn't even planned to; he just wanted to take responsibility. But somehow, it all came out wrong.
At the door, Owen and his parents had arrived, catching Aria's words. They froze in shock.
Crude as her words were, she wasn't wrong—it was just a bit much.
Emma was fuming. She marched over and, without hesitation, smacked Kim on the back of the head. "You idiot! Do you have any idea what women go through to give birth? You have no right to judge anyone!"
Kim didn't argue. He simply endured everyone's disapproving glares.
"Cloe." He looked at her, sincere for once. "I'm sorry."
In all the years she'd known Kim, Cloe had never heard him apologize.
She said, "Maisie's mine. No one's taking her from me."
This time, Kim nodded. "I won't fight you."
"As long as you stay in Mandino City, I promise I won't fight you."
He loosened his tie, every movement laced with aristocratic arrogance. "I'll never have another child—Maisie's my only heir. I'll pave a golden path for her, put her at the top of the world, give her honor and glory. All you can offer her is Amour Bistro. What, you want her to spend her life serving customers with a smile, just like you?"
Cloe's lips trembled, biting back tears, stubborn yet shattered.
Aria's eyes went cold as ice; she clenched her fists, ready to strike. But before she could act, Maisie landed a small, resounding slap on Kim's face.
Time froze.
"Bad man! I hate you!" Maisie declared.
She was smart enough to know how much those words would hurt her mom. Reaching out, she hugged Cloe tightly.
Cloe, holding back tears, gathered her daughter close. Maisie nestled in her mother's neck, eyes red and brimming. "Mommy, we don't have to listen to him. As long as I have you, I'm the happiest kid in the world."
Cloe stroked her daughter's hair, voice trembling as tears streamed down her face. "Mm-hmm."
As soon as Kim caught the look in Cloe's eyes, regret washed over him—Maisie's slap hadn't hurt a bit, but it was a brutal wake-up call.
Aria's face was icy, her gaze darkening with a murderous edge. "Maisie, cover your ears," she ordered coldly.
Maisie instantly obeyed, hands flying up to block out the coming storm.
Aria stalked forward, her words sharp as knives. "You really are pathetic, Kim. You didn't throw up for months. You didn't carry a baby for ten agonizing months.
"You weren't the one whose body was sliced open and stitched back together. All you did was have a little fun—what exactly did you sacrifice? And now you want to take Maisie from her?
"Where do you get the nerve? Is it the Shaw family that makes you so bold, or are you just overestimating yourself?"
Seeing the look in Cloe's eyes, Kim felt instant regret. Maisie's little slap didn't hurt, but it snapped him awake. Outside, thunder rolled and clouds swallowed the daylight, plunging the room into shadow.
Kim's mind flashed to Cloe on the operating table. She was terrified of pain.
Guilt hit him like a cold downpour—fast, sharp, relentless.
Cloe was always proud, never one to show weakness, but now her face was streaked with tears because of him.
If he could turn back time just two minutes, he'd have taken every word back.
He was angry Cloe had hidden her pregnancy and child, angry that she kept running, planning to escape to Kanit City.
His frustration and resentment got the better of him, and now his words had come back to bite him.
Emma was right: his mouth was going to get him in trouble one day.
He had no right to fight for Maisie. He hadn't even planned to; he just wanted to take responsibility. But somehow, it all came out wrong.
At the door, Owen and his parents had arrived, catching Aria's words. They froze in shock.
Crude as her words were, she wasn't wrong—it was just a bit much.
Emma was fuming. She marched over and, without hesitation, smacked Kim on the back of the head. "You idiot! Do you have any idea what women go through to give birth? You have no right to judge anyone!"
Kim didn't argue. He simply endured everyone's disapproving glares.
"Cloe." He looked at her, sincere for once. "I'm sorry."
In all the years she'd known Kim, Cloe had never heard him apologize.
She said, "Maisie's mine. No one's taking her from me."
This time, Kim nodded. "I won't fight you."
"As long as you stay in Mandino City, I promise I won't fight you."
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