All Chapters of Divine Temptations: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Khana stood in front of the mirror, a hint of determination in her eyes. She had made up her mind. The days of silently suspecting Richard's involvement in her Father's business troubles were over. Thus, If she wanted answers, she would have to play a more active role. She adjusted her blouse and took a deep breath. Today, she was going to be the affectionate, doting wife. She glanced at the neatly packed bento box on the kitchen counter. It was filled with her husband's favorite dishes, each one meticulously prepared. This was her ticket into his world. She went to the office on the pretense of a caring wife bringing food to her husband. However, the truth is she wants to see what he has been doing in the office, hoping there will be a useful rumor about her father's company. Surely, office workers love to gossip, and when there's fire; there will be smoke. Arriving at Richard's office, Khana walked through the entrance, her steps light but purposeful. She smiled at the receptioni

Khana sat on the chair and faced the mirror. Meanwhile, her husband opened the drawer next to her and took the hair dryer. He wiped Khana's wet hair and blew it with a hair dryer.He also gently brushed the lady's hair and adorned her neck with a gold necklace. Richard humbled his wife with his words, "You're very alluring, wife.""I'll call the maid to help you get dressed. If you're done, I'm just outside."Shortly after, Khana heard the door shut. Followed by a knock, the maid entered the master bedroom and helped Khana zip her dress. As soon as she opened the door, Richard showed up wearing a bright smile.“Let’s go?” Richard asked, extending his hand to the fragile lady. The wife nodded and accepted the man’s gesture. She slowly took careful steps, descending the stairs. Then, Richard opened the car’s door as they arrived at the parked car. He placed his hand on top of the wife’s head as she entered the car. The sun buzzed with horns and busy traffic lights. The sky was clear w

Richard’s eyes widened in alarm. “Khana, what’s wrong?”Tears welled up in Khana’s eyes. “I... I think I’m having contractions. Richard, what if something happens to our baby?”Richard held her close, trying to stay calm despite his fear. “It’s going to be okay, Khana. We’re in the best place possible right now. The doctors will take care of you and our baby.”Khana’s mind was racing with worst-case scenarios. She had seen the fear in the other couple’s eyes, the way the mother had been wheeled away with urgent whispers and frantic movements. What if she had to choose between her own life and their child’s? What if there was a life at stake, and only one could survive?The thought was too much to bear. She clung to Richard, her body trembling with fear and pain. “I’m scared, Richard. I’m so scared.”Richard kept murmuring, "Stay positive. She'll be okay," more to convince himself than Khana. Just as the lady opened her eyes, the doctor returned with news that hit them like a sledgeha

Hours passed, each one stretching into an eternity. The fluorescent lights of the waiting room buzzed faintly, casting a sterile glow over the empty chairs and cold tile floor. Richard slumped in one of those chairs, his elbows resting on his knees, head bowed in a silent prayer to any deity that might be listening. He barely noticed when the nanny came in, her steps soft and cautious, as if she feared any sound might shatter the fragile moment. She sat quietly beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, her presence a small but steady anchor in the storm of his emotions.He wanted to speak, to express the whirlwind of fear and hope tearing at him, but the words caught in his throat. All he could think about was Khana—his beautiful, strong Khana—alone in the delivery room, battling both her pain and the terrible uncertainty that loomed over them. And their baby, the tiny life they had created together, was caught in the middle of this cruel twist of fate. The waiting was un

"This is your home, sweetheart," Karylle said softly, cradling her grandson in her arms as they stepped through the front door of Richard and Khana's home. Her voice was gentle, filled with the warmth of a grandmother’s love and the wisdom of years spent raising children of her own. The house felt different now—more vibrant, more alive with the promise of a new life.Khana smiled weakly, still adjusting to the reality of being back home after the exhausting experience of childbirth. Her body was still sore, and though she tried to mask it, the fatigue was evident in her eyes. Richard noticed and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, offering her a reassuring smile."Why don't you rest for a bit?" Karylle suggested her tone was kind but firm. "You haven't fully recovered yet, and you need to take care of yourself.""I'm fine," Khana replied, though the weariness in her voice betrayed her words. She wanted to be strong, to show that she could handle everything, but deep down, she knew she was