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.”

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

Hadley in

trembling hand to cover

then, Hadley was merely 20 years

how had she weathered those endless nine months? And then, how had she shouldered the burden of raising Joy

so young when she was forced to face

tending to a frail,

the stretch of four long years that snuffed out Hadley’s love—no, it was

Eric shot to his feet, seized the glass from the table, and hurled it to the floor with

scattered like broken

his eyes shut,

never grant him absolution! Meanwhile, across town at Hadley’s apartment, Joy slumbered peacefully, but Hadley

tightly

she realized she no longer had

Eric had acted, it seemed he wouldn’t stand idly