The CEO's Regret: His Lost Wife's Secret Twins novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257

“We can stay up with Willie!” Aurora declared. “Watch stars and flowers and talk!”

And that’s how we ended up in the garden gazebo at nearly midnight, sipping hot chocolate and watching the night sky. Aurora bounced between us, thrilled at being allowed to stay up late. She twirled through the moonlit garden, her excitement contagious.

But within two hours, her energy faded. She slumped against the stone table, mumbling, “Aurora not sleepy… Aurora stay with Willie… nobody stop Aurora… Aurora not sleepy at all…”

Blake and I exchanged amused glances.

“I’ll take her to bed,” I said, lifting Aurora’s warm little body from the table. You two keep talking. I’ll be back soon.”

Blake nodded. ‘Take your time. No rush.’

As I walked away carrying Aurora, I heard Blake saying something to William, their voices low and serious.

BLAKE

I watched Aria carry Aurora away, admiring how gentle she was with our daughter. When I turned back, I found William watching me

intently.

“Are you tired too?’ I asked. ‘I can carry you to bed if you want.”

William straightened his shoulders. “No need. I’m not a baby my sister.”

His serious expression made him look older than three. This kid had always been an old soul.

Why haven’t you used the encrypted data I gave you for the renewable energy breakthrough?” William said, adjusting his collar with

those small fingers.

The question caught me off guard. “You’ve been watching the financial news?”

He nodded. “Every day. I haven’t seen any announcements about Morgan Global Enterprises energy projects.”

I leaned forward carefully. “Because it’s your research, William. I want you working with our scientists after you get better-

“What if I don’t get better?’ he interrupted, his voice calm. “If the bone marrow doesn’t work, or if I don’t make it, the energy project still

needs to happen without me.”

My chest got tight. “William-

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“I got ready for everything,” he said. He pulled out a folder. “Did you know when someone loses someone they love, the first month is the

hardest? The brain can’t understand it.”

I couldn’t talk.

“I wrote thirty letters in the hospital,” William said, opening the folder. Inside were neat envelopes. “One for each day of the first month.

If the surgery doesn’t work or if I… go away… please give these to Mommy and Aurora, one every day.”

I stared at the letters. My son wrote thirty goodbye letters. My three-year-old son.

“The first letter says to cry and let the sad feelings out,” William explained. “The second says to watch a funny movie together. The third

says to have friends over for a party.” He kept talking about each letter-trips, new things to try, ways to feel better.

“The last letter tells them to forget about me and be happy,” he finished. “That’s what I want.”

I just sat there. These weren’t just letters-they were love, trying to help his family feel better.

“I’ll keep these safe,” I said, my voice rough. “But you won’t need them. You’re gonna make it.”

William nodded seriously. “I’ll try my best. But I wanted to be ready.”

“Only when you fight to stay strong can the people you love be happy again,” I told him.

William looked at me. “There’s one more thing. I want to stop saying ‘Blake sir.’ I want to call you-”

“No,” I said firmly. “Not now.”

His eyes got big.

‘You owe me that,’ I said. “When you get better-when you’re all healthy-then you can call me whatever you want. But not before. That’s

our deal.

I saw him understand. I was giving him another reason to fight.

William’s calm face cracked. His eyes got red, almost crying, “You really get me,’ he whispered, with a small, sad smile.

“We’ll talk about it after you get better,” I said, standing up. “Time for bed now.”

I picked him up gently. He felt so small. I carried him to his special room and put him on the bed, then kissed his forehead.

He tried to stay awake, but he was too tired. Soon he was breathing slow and steady, looking peaceful, finally looking like a real four-year

old instead of a little grown-up.

I left his room and found Aria in the hallway. She’d been hiding in the garden, listening to everything. The folder of letters shook in her

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hands as tears streamed down her face, each drop landing on William’s careful handwriting.

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