The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 311: [ Volume 1] Chaper - Foolish wife

It was impossible to ignore the problem anymore. With Ray’s condition as it was, there was no way to hide it. They could delay the old master’s visit this time, maybe even one more time after that, but what then? The truth was bound to come out eventually, and worse, they might try to meet Ray without her even knowing.

She needed a plan, something that would stop them from coming back. But it wasn’t just about keeping them away. She had to ensure Ray stayed close to her, where she could keep him safe. The thought twisted and turned in her mind until an idea, strange and unsettling, began to form.

What if Ray "died"? If everyone believed he was gone, the old master and anyone else wouldn’t have a reason to come looking for him. It would end their visits for good. But it wasn’t just about the deception. She could use their suspicion to her advantage, turning their curiosity into a trap of her own making.

Everything was going smoothly, just as planned. But then Esme saw the lifeless body in the room—the one she had staged herself. She had meticulously created the scene, every detail crafted to perfection. Yet, as she stood there, matchstick in hand, ready to set it all ablaze, her body refused to move.

The image of Cain’s dead body flashed vividly in her mind, dragging her back to that haunting moment. The air felt heavy, suffocating, as memories clawed their way to the surface. The lifeless body on the ground blurred with the memories of another, and she was paralyzed, unable to move forward or back.

It was Ryan who broke through her haze. He appeared silently behind her, striking a matchstick with practiced ease. Before she could react, he tossed it into the room, the flames greedily devouring the scene she had created. Then, without a word, he covered her eyes with his hand, shielding her from the sight she couldn’t bear to face.

If not for Ryan, the plan would have unraveled entirely. Back in the present, Esme clung tightly to Ray’s waist, her trembling hands betraying her fear. She was terrified—terrified of how close she had come to losing herself in the moment. More than that, the thought that the lifeless body could one day be Ray’s consumed her. If she wasn’t careful, if she didn’t go through with this plan, someone might truly kill him. And if that ever happened, she didn’t know how she would go on living. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The fear gripped her so tightly that she pressed herself closer to him, as if anchoring herself to reality. Just as she was trying to calm the storm of emotions within her, she felt it—a soft, small kick against her face. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, she turned her head toward Ray, her wide eyes searching his face for answers. But the moment left her too stunned to say anything, her heart pounding harder than ever.

Ray froze, his breath catching as his hand instinctively moved to his stomach. His wide eyes stayed locked on it, as though trying to comprehend the impossible. His expression was a collision of shock and disbelief, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath along with him.

Ryan and Kai, watching from across the room, exchanged worried glances. Ryan’s brows furrowed, his concern deepening by the second. Without hesitation, he rushed over, his disheveled appearance matching the frantic energy in his steps.

"Ray, what’s wrong?" Ryan started, his voice tight, almost stumbling over his words. But before he could get an answer, Esme and Ray turned to him at the same time, their faces alight with astonishment.

"It kicked," they said in unison, their tones trembling with a mixture of disbelief and wonder.

The room went silent, the gravity of those two words sinking in. Ryan froze mid-step, his jaw slack. Kai blinked rapidly, as if trying to process what he’d just heard.

"What?" Kai’s voice finally broke the silence, but it was shaky, uncertain, and laced with the same disbelief that mirrored on everyone’s face.

And then, as if a light had pierced through the haze of confusion, Esme’s lips curved into a slow, radiant smile. Her hand rested gently on Ray’s stomach, her voice soft but filled with a profound joy.

"The baby kicked."

Hearing Esme’s words, everyone froze in place, their eyes shifting from her face to Ray’s stomach. The room was so quiet that even the faintest sound seemed amplified. Slowly, Esme bent down, her movements hurried yet filled with a mix of excitement and disbelief. She pressed her cheek gently against Ray’s belly, her breath catching as she waited.

And then it happened again—a small, distinct kick. Her eyes lit up, and she sat up quickly, almost bouncing in place.

"See? See? He kicked!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with joy.

The others exchanged hesitant glances, doubt flickering in their expressions. Could it really be? Still, their curiosity and disbelief compelled them to move closer. The Aron brothers approached cautiously, their steps slow and unsure. Standing by Ray’s side, they hesitated, glancing at one another in uncertainty. None of them knew how to proceed—how to touch his stomach without feeling awkward or intrusive.

Ray noticed their hesitation and let out a soft laugh, his previous shock giving way to a sense of warmth. Without a word, he reached out, taking one of his brothers’ hands, then another, guiding them both to rest on his belly.

"Here," he said quietly, his tone filled with a quiet confidence that steadied the room.

They waited, their palms pressed lightly against his stomach, the air thick with anticipation. For a moment, nothing happened, and the brothers exchanged nervous glances. But then, like a tiny spark of life announcing itself, they felt it—a soft, delicate movement followed by a light kick.

It wasn’t just a sensation; it was a message. It was as if the baby was saying, I’m here too.

The brothers’ eyes widened in amazement, their initial worry melting into pure awe. For a moment, they forgot their hesitation, replaced by a growing sense of connection to the life they had just felt. The room was filled with a shared silence, not of shock, but of wonder.