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.”

the women on screen teetered on the razor’s edge

about Hadley

trembling hand to cover his

then, Hadley was merely 20 years

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

young when she was forced to face life’s

young woman tending to

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

from the table, and hurled it to the floor with

of glass scattered

shut, agony washing over

that moment Hadley would never grant him absolution! Meanwhile, across town at Hadley’s apartment,

hands pressed tightly against her

lining, she realized she no longer had to put on a

wouldn’t stand