All Chapters of RUINING MY WIFE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Seven days had gone the same way, seven days in which nothing had changed. In the end, the hopes he had raised for Crystal when she thought she was going to leave the hospital were only false hopes in the end since according to the doctors. There had been a couple of complications with Crystal when in reality she only felt that they were tasting on her when they shouldn't have.Not a day had passed in which Sebastian had not gone to see her, not a moment had passed in which he was not with her to ask her how she lived day to day.Being alone in that place, Crystal only had to think about what had happened in her life. She had had so much time to herself that there was nothing she could do other than that. Only that question could pass through her mind that would never have an answer, at least not in this life. What would have happened to her if her parents had never died? Would she continue to be treated as just an object for her grandfather to keep him where he was? There was so much

With tears filling her eyes, all she could be aware of at that moment was the way he was looking at her. If his gaze had the power to kill, she would surely have been slaughtered at that moment. She was never going to understand the hatred he felt for her, she was never going to make him understand that she had not truly read the contract.She had endured a lot, she was enduring a lot because of him, it was enough that he was the great man full of power to think that he could rule her life, he could do whatever he wanted with her.It was true that it had been a dream that later turned into a nightmare to have met her past love, but apparently, she was never going to return to the man that one day she saw as weak.Soon the words were no longer pronounced by her lips, soon it was her lips that remained closed, without having anything to say, without having a way to defend herself because all she could do was cry, cry in front of him while she felt small."Think what you want," Crystal s

A birthing machine, that was all she was to him. A female who was going to ensure the existence of the Lambert family, the only one capable of giving up a son in exchange for the security of his grandfather's power. When had the world changed that way? At what point were your dreams owned by someone else?A son, a baby who was never wanted was going to be born to her, a son who meant the destruction of his dreams, a son who was nothing more than a tool of power for the person who was his father.That fairy tale that she dreamed of, that Prince Charming that she thought was destined to come into her life after the realization of her dreams, that glass castle, the golden dreams, genuine love, all of that could go to the garbage at that moment when she had nothing left to move forward.A son, a son was going to be born to her that she could never love because he was from the person who was destroying her the most. "Crystal, come on, lie down," the doctor insisted, already putting the wh

Hanging up the call, Brandon's grandfather could not resist the emotion he felt just from having spoken with his grandson. Finally, the companies would become his and not only that, it was completely insured as well as his surname, as well as the power of that family, what else could happen if a child was already on the way?And if he was ever worried about that question that investors asked him every time he saw them at meetings, now he could proudly say that his grandson was married and not only that, he was about to be a father.He immediately dialed his daughter-in-law's number. The same one who was in Paris enjoying the life that her son would never enjoy again. “This is Victoria Lambert, how can I help you?”“Victoria?” “Oh, President Lambert!” Victoria said in amazement.She could continue to be Lambert's great Victoria, she could be as powerful as any other family but never more than her father-in-law, the father of the man who had been her husband and w

A signature that had changed everything, a petition that had changed the course of two lives, they were nothing more than puppets of the same life, the same destiny that only seemed to be written by those who had brought them to life. Life was never given as a gift, as a right, at least not in their world, in the world of the people who liberated a lower world. Giving your life was giving you the opportunity to continue being the one who sat on the throne from where you could see everything, decide for everything and thus, make as many changes as you wanted.With his thoughts entirely on the woman he had left behind without looking, without wondering for a moment how much she might be needing him, Brandon continued on his way to the exit of the hospital and then drove his car.And in the total solitude in which a soul can find itself, Brandon continued on his way. From his mind he could not remove the images of that woman who, with tears of terror or hatred, was able to become strong