He Chose His Secret Family So I Destroyed His World Chapter 13
He stayed silent a long time, his throat clenched tight.
At last, beneath Sabine’s cold gaze, Damon sank slowly to his knees. The man who had once ruled over everything now looked as though every ounce of strength had been wrung out of him, folded down beside her hospital bed.
His thoughts drifted back seven years.
It had been in an old Back Bay house awaiting restoration — dusty, luminous, sunlight pouring through the shattered panes. The first time he’d laid eyes on Sabine, she wore a hard hat, sketching over blueprints and patiently explaining the history of the load-bearing walls to the construction crew.
In that instant, worn down by the glittering emptiness of the finance world, he had decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman who could see straight to the heart of things.
And still, he had betrayed her.
First he hadn’t been able to turn down the social capital that came bundled with Seraphina’s family. Then greed had made him want to hold on to all of it, certain that as long as he kept the truth buried, everything would somehow hold together.
It wasn’t until that blood-stained miscarriage report was laid in front of him that he was forced to confess it: the Sabine bent over her blueprints, the Sabine who had built him a home, and every last thing that had remained between them — he had destroyed all of it with his own two hands.
