All Chapters of Marriage Contract: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Evy "Minutes later, the taxi stops in front of the sumptuous D'Angelo building, and as I walk through the elegant hall, I hear a familiar voice calling me with an excitement that makes me smile. I glance back and spot the tall, elegant blonde coming toward me. "Dylan?" My smile widens, and so does his. He approaches somewhat embarrassed, keeping a considerable distance. "It's been a while since I've seen you around here. Since the day you came up to talk to the big boss," he remarks with a certain humor, making me laugh. "Yeah, it has!" "What are you doing here?" I shrug. "Oh, I came to visit my husband." "Oh, right! I heard about the wedding. Belated congratulations!" "Thank you, Dylan!" We look at each other in silence for a while, unsure of what to say. "So, I... need to..." I point towards the elevators. "Oh, sure! I'm heading up too. I can join you if you'd like." "Okay!" I turn to head to the elevator, and Dylan walks beside me. In the cramped steel box, no one says any

Evy A few days... His seductive perfume enveloped me the moment our bodies came close and we started dancing in the middle of the empty hall. I immediately leaned my head against his chest and closed my eyes, snuggling in there and then opening a satisfied smile. The sound of his heartbeat was mixed with the voice of Celine Dion singing When I Need You and I found myself traveling through the lyrics of that song. His fingers caressed my hair and my heart beat wildly all the time with the sensations this gesture managed to cause in me. Damn, it's so good to be in love and it's so unfair that he doesn't show the same feelings for me! In the middle of the dance, his index finger reaches my chin and lifts my head. His eyes scan my face and stop for a few seconds on my eyes, then move down to my mouth. A warm kiss dominates my lips and gradually becomes hungry and voracious. His hands squeeze me possessively and Gael lets out a low, painful moan into my mouth. "I want you, Evy!" He conf

Evy I turn off the shower and wrap myself in a large, soft towel. Facing the mirror on the bathroom counter, I start brushing my hair. While I do this, I think of Gael and sigh in a mixture of anxiety and discouragement. I know I need to tell him about the pregnancy, but I'll only do it as soon as I'm sure it's the right time. Maybe making a special dinner for the occasion will make it easier and a baby item might help. My heart leaps in my chest at the thought of his reaction. I think that first he would be extremely surprised, then there would be that silly first-time dad smile and maybe a few emotional tears too? Thirdly, he would shout with excitement to the four winds that he was going to be a father and finally, he would hug me, kiss me and... finally say that he loves me? I snort audibly. What if it's not like that? What if I'm just deluding myself? "It doesn't matter, Evy, he has a right to know!" I whisper to the image of myself in the mirror and at the same moment I jump

Evy "After he left, I locked the bedroom door, spread the baby clothes and birth control pills around me on the mattress, and looked at each item for long minutes. Abortion was not an option. I felt a shiver run down my spine just thinking about it. Giving my child to Gael was also out of the question, even though I know his financial status is much more favorable than mine concerning our child. However, either this would be our baby, or it would definitively be just mine. To top it off, giving up everything I've achieved at the finish line will leave me in misery again, and damn it, there's still my mother who needs me a lot! Distressed by these thoughts, I leaped out of bed, turned my back on all of that, and leaned against the window frame. I stared at the sunny day, watched the wind play with the treetops, and some butterflies fluttering around the garden. I released a deep breath forcefully. What should I do after all? Which path to follow? I looked back at all those objects rep

Evy I wake up in a small room, completely different, with simple furniture and only a rectangular window made of wood and glass, allowing me to see the daylight. I must have fallen asleep at some point during the journey here, and Dylan probably put me to bed. I think as I sit in the middle of the mattress and stretch afterward. As soon as I put my feet out of bed, I am hit by the morning sickness, and as always, I rush to find a bathroom. A warm shower helps me relax a bit, and then I search for my suitcase. I furrow my brows in confusion when I can't find it anywhere and head straight to a three-door wardrobe. To my surprise, everything is right there in front of me, neatly arranged. "Dylan," I think, opening a satisfied smile. I put on a loose dress and sandals, and after tying my hair in a loose bun, I leave the room hungry. A wonderful smell of food surrounds me as I enter the small living room, and my stomach immediately grumbles. I follow the scent to find a small and charming