Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 160: Role of a Mother

Damien's POV

I quickly pulled Vanessa inside the room out of anyone's earshot before things could escalate between us.

Knowing Vanessa, she might act hysterically once she finds out the truth. Her temper has always been quick to flare. Her constant outbursts were oftentimes rooted in her jealousy.

I couldn't imagine what her reaction would be if she found out that the child I had brought me wasn't just any random child but a baby that I had from a different woman.

Saying that she would be furious is even an understatement. It's been years since Vanessa and I had married, but she had never been pregnant.

It would be an insult for her to find out that her husband had his eldest child with a different woman while we have been married.

Vanessa fell quiet when her gaze fell on the little innocent child sleeping inside a special crib in the middle of the room.

She slowly took careful steps towards the sleeping infant, her eyes never leaving my daughter's face. She had forgotten about her anger the moment she saw my daughter peacefully asleep.

I turned to the nurses inside the room who were taking care of my daughter and signaled them to leave.

With a slight motion of my head, the nurses understood what I needed and immediately left the room, giving us the privacy that we needed.

soon as everyone else except for Vanessa

in place, she turned

you want to tell me that you can't tell in front of the others?" she asked with her suspicious

lips, her eyes suddenly

swallowed hard when she made the right

in a sharp breath as her hand instantly flew to her chest. "How could you!" She breathed

an answer.

her head in denial. As she denied her thoughts, her eyes landed on my daughter again, making her jolt backward as if my daughter had a

this. You can't just bring your illegitimate child here. You should take her back where she came from!"

You are my mate, but all

think that I'm someone who couldn't take care of her husband!" Vanessa lashed out as her anger flared. The shrill wail of the baby pierced the air after she was startled

sprang into action and swept the tiny, trembling form into my sturdy arms with a tenderness that was unfamiliar, especially

murmured soft, reassuring words, my deep baritone voice vibrating with a tenderness I

I felt the tension bleed from her, the frantic rhythm of her heart gradually slowing to a steadier

stole a look at Vanessa out of the corner of my eyes when she suddenly fell silent. I caught her

doubt she had never witnessed this side of me -

me, Damien, who is her mother?" Vanessa asked, lacking all the feistiness that she

into her eyes, I answered, "You are her mother, Vanessa. From now on, you must take care of her as your own. She will have no other mother than you."

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