Mrs Hayes, The Baby Is Mine!

awyer's office, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. She refused to meet his gaze. Across from her, Yichen, the man she once thought s

a stack of papers toward them. "Once both p

fight for the love they once had, but her mind knew better. Six months of endless argum

, his voice a sharp edge. "Thi

cting in their depths. "What I wanted?" she whispered, her

with a scoff. "Love? You think running

uldn't survive in a marriage where I was invisible, Yichen. You hated me at

pers with a shaky hand and pushed them across the table, feeling as if she'd signed away a part

in Yura's mind. Yichen stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor.

ears

out the window, her reflection faintly visible against the clouds outside. Beside her, her

bright, curious boy with a mischievous grin and dark eyes that mirrored someone she tried

ning to country C for years, but her promotion demanded it. The company's new

" Yu'an's sleepy voice br

is forehead. "We're going to

t returning. "I hope it's f

..

thing on her mind. She had prepared for every sce

ace on the first day and find Yichen standing t

the way his eyes locked onto hers-full of recogniti

" he said, his voice as smooth

t she thought she'd left be

lie

rs loomed above her, glass and steel reflecting the bright sunlight. She couldn't help but notice how t

ist desk, trying to ignore the

poration," the receptionist said with a warm

smile in return. "Yes,

you get started, all the general managers meet with Mr. Hayes first

first. She had known this day would come, but now that it was here, her nerves were getting the be

g to calm her racing thoughts. It's just a meeting. Nothing more. She

ek, modern floor. The receptionist gestured toward

s just through there

each one, but she pushed them aside. She had a job to do, and no matt

ok a deep breath, readying herself. The

s a man she never thought s

nse her presence. He turned around, his sharp eyes locking

till that same presence that once made her heart skip. The suit he wore was impeccable, the dark h

e, his voice as smooth and calm as e

ice water. She hadn't expected him to sound so casual. I

ard, extending her hand. "Thank you, Mr. Hay