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

about Hadley in those

hand to

was merely

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

when she was forced to face life’s harshness

thought of a tender young woman tending to a frail,

snuffed out

his feet, seized the glass from the

scattered like broken

squeezed his eyes shut, agony

never grant him absolution! Meanwhile, across town at

tightly

realized she no longer had to

the way Eric had acted, it seemed he wouldn’t stand idly by when it came to