The Solitude of the Billionaire

elia clung to the edge of the bed, breathing raggedly, her hands sweating, her head full of confused thoughts. She had known, from the first momen

rted, the world had narrowed to one simple truth: she was alone. The small apartment, the cold white walls, bore witness to his solitude. The pain devour

muddled mind a need to control things persisted. She had taken precautions, thinking that perhaps she could avoid the hospital, perhaps avoid the s

d had to go away for a few days for personal reasons, and although Aurelia understood it, she couldn't help but fee

ger than the last. Her fingers gripped the sheet, her nails white under the pressure. She tried to remember what she had learned, everythin

to move, to find a more comfortable position, but each movement only intensified the torment. She h

The name had come to his mind, for no particular reason, but it had found its place in his heart. It was a sweet

buoy in a raging sea. A burst of lucidity suddenly crossed her: she had to give birth now. She couldn't wait. The reality was forming

ream pierced the haze of pain. Not hers, but that of her child, the one she had carried for so long

ll body against his, her heart beating in unison with her son's. It was the only thing that mattered. Everything else dis

his first name, the one she had chosen without knowing it, without planning it, was now hers. She had given it to her son, to offer h

ed this emptiness, this almost heavy silence, like a calm sea after a storm. The sound of the baby's small breaths against her was t

closed her eyes, giving in to sleep, her arms around her son. Love had never been so strong, so pure. Nothing else ma

ceful, sleeping. She didn't know how much time had passed, but she didn't care. What mattered was that she

d, her heart overflowing with promises. "

trength. She had overcome the unthinkable, had given birth in pain, but in the end it was all