Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: 190- Emotionally, Mentally, Physically

"I want to become a mom. I want to carry Rafael’s child here," Valerie’s lips quivered when she placed her palm on her flat belly, rubbing it gently.

Today she was depressed more than ever.

"Oh, Valerie," Nina covered her hand with her own, "I’m so sorry."

They were in the car, going back to the hotel from the office. After experiencing humiliation when Marissa got inside the office, they didn’t know what to do anymore with their time.

They still couldn’t get hold of Rafael.

The moment Valerie heard comforting words from Nina, she couldn’t take it anymore and started crying. Her napkin was pressed against her mouth.

"I could never tell you, but I tried for a baby. I swear, I tried. I’ve been going to several doctors for the past three years," she hiccupped, "B...but Rafael... he stopped showing interest in me."

Valerie had to keep it low, because of the presence of the driver.

"Oh, Valerie," Nina hugged her daughter-in-law, "I didn’t know you were going through so much. Why didn’t you tell me?"

Val kept crying in Nina’s embrace.

"Val! Sweetheart! Listen!" Nina pushed her back to wipe her face with another napkin, "You need to work on your relationship with Rafael. Do you hear me? You can’t give up like this."

She told her firmly holding her wet face.

"What can I do, Nina?" she moved her head, trying to diminish her pain. Her tears were flowing down her cheeks, "I think I have lost him to Marissa. What a fool I was! How could I think that she would never return? Why I forgot about her?"

Nina asked the driver to stop the car near a deserted Café.

"Come on. Let’s have some coffee here," she almost dragged Valerie out of the car.

Valerie wiped her face with the back of her hand and looked around.

She hesitated as they entered, her eyes darted around, taking in the worn furniture and peeling paint.

It was a small, dimly lit café with only a few tables scattered around. It felt like a forgotten place. Almost haunted.

The only good thing about this place was the faint smell of coffee beans, hanging in the air.

Nina led her to the corner table, away from the windows, where they could have some privacy. It was too dangerous to speak in the car due to the presence of the driver.

Valerie sat down trying to suppress her raw emotions. Nina eyed her daughter-in-law worriedly. The girl was acting as if her old injuries were reopened.

There was a display board near the counter that said, ’Self-Service."

Nina signaled to the lone barista behind the counter, "Two coffees. Black."