Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 865:

Soon, he had crammed the entire pack between his cheeks!

Eric’s face puffed out, his eyes prickling with unshed tears.

Even with all that sweetness, why did bitterness still coat his tongue? “Hadley, I’m sorry… Joy, I’m sorry…” Eric murmured.

The clock struck late into the night.

Fresh from the shower at Silver Villas, Eric emerged, his hair still dripping, and flicked on the television. He scrolled through channels until he landed on a program and pressed play.

“From the moment conception begins, a woman’s body embarks on a remarkable transformation…”

A documentary about pregnancy and childbirth filled the screen. The room lay cloaked in darkness, the TV’s faint glow casting fleeting light across Eric’s face.

Eric stared, transfixed, whispering to himself, “So, bringing life into this world is this harrowing.”

husbands and doting families by their sides, the women on screen teetered on the razor’s edge between life

about Hadley

hand to

was merely 20

months? And then, how had she shouldered the burden of raising Joy

been so young when she was forced to face

tender young woman tending to

the stretch of four long years that snuffed out Hadley’s love—no, it was Eric’s own ruthless, cold-hearted

glass from the table, and hurled it

scattered like broken

shut, agony

Meanwhile, across town at Hadley’s apartment, Joy slumbered

tightly against her

she realized she no longer had to

had acted, it seemed he wouldn’t stand idly by when it came to Joy’s