One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 80: Chapter 80
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The nursery smelled of lavender and dreams. Tiny stars dangled from the ceiling on invisible threads, spinning gently with the air-conditioning’s hush. A soft lullaby hummed from a speaker—something Damien had composed months ago on the baby grand piano.
Arielle stood in the middle of the room, her palm resting gently on the swell of her belly. The sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, bathing everything in gold.
She should’ve felt peace.
Instead, she was unraveling.
Moments earlier, the encrypted call had come through. A ping from the deep line she and Étienne had been tracking. Damien’s private failsafe, accessible only through an algorithm that used the baby’s ultrasound waveforms as keys.
It was his voice.
Distorted. Faint.
“…If you get this, I’m being moved again. The codes—they’re in the music. Tell Arielle I remember.”
Then silence.
She played it again. And again.
Damien was alive. Somewhere. But barely clinging.
She reached for the crib’s edge to steady herself.
Then the pain came.
Blinding. Sharp. Radiating like a flare from deep inside her.
The room spun.
Her legs gave out.
She fell, crashing to the floor beside the rocker, her hands bracing her belly.
Another wave hit—harder, fiercer. Her dress clung to her skin, damp with sudden sweat. The baby kicked.
Too soon.
No one else was home.
Her phone was just out of reach on the nearby dresser.
She crawled.
Each inch a war.
Another contraction hit, worse than the last. Her vision swam with stars. The edges of the room darkened.
She reached the dresser, fingers stretching—
The phone fell to the ground with a thud.
She pressed the emergency button. But the screen cracked on impact. The call didn’t go through.
Tears blurred her eyes.
Not like this.
Not alone.
Arielle dragged herself toward the door. Each breath felt like fire. Her body trembled, soaked with pain and fear.
But she wouldn’t give in.
She thought of Damien. Of their children. Of the tiny life inside her, desperate to be born.
She braced herself against the hallway wall, trying to scream. But no sound came.
Then the world flickered.
And darkness crashed in.
Outside, the wind picked up.
A car door slammed in the distance.
Footsteps hurried across the gravel.
The door opened.
And a voice—familiar, breathless, broken—shouted her name.
“Arielle!”. To Be Continued…
End of season 2
Arielle stood in the middle of the room, her palm resting gently on the swell of her belly. The sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, bathing everything in gold.
She should’ve felt peace.
Instead, she was unraveling.
Moments earlier, the encrypted call had come through. A ping from the deep line she and Étienne had been tracking. Damien’s private failsafe, accessible only through an algorithm that used the baby’s ultrasound waveforms as keys.
It was his voice.
Distorted. Faint.
“…If you get this, I’m being moved again. The codes—they’re in the music. Tell Arielle I remember.”
Then silence.
She played it again. And again.
Damien was alive. Somewhere. But barely clinging.
She reached for the crib’s edge to steady herself.
Then the pain came.
Blinding. Sharp. Radiating like a flare from deep inside her.
The room spun.
Her legs gave out.
She fell, crashing to the floor beside the rocker, her hands bracing her belly.
Another wave hit—harder, fiercer. Her dress clung to her skin, damp with sudden sweat. The baby kicked.
Too soon.
No one else was home.
Her phone was just out of reach on the nearby dresser.
She crawled.
Each inch a war.
Another contraction hit, worse than the last. Her vision swam with stars. The edges of the room darkened.
She reached the dresser, fingers stretching—
The phone fell to the ground with a thud.
She pressed the emergency button. But the screen cracked on impact. The call didn’t go through.
Tears blurred her eyes.
Not like this.
Not alone.
Arielle dragged herself toward the door. Each breath felt like fire. Her body trembled, soaked with pain and fear.
But she wouldn’t give in.
She thought of Damien. Of their children. Of the tiny life inside her, desperate to be born.
She braced herself against the hallway wall, trying to scream. But no sound came.
Then the world flickered.
And darkness crashed in.
Outside, the wind picked up.
A car door slammed in the distance.
Footsteps hurried across the gravel.
The door opened.
And a voice—familiar, breathless, broken—shouted her name.
“Arielle!”. To Be Continued…
End of season 2
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