There's No Turning Back (Elara and Harvey) novel Chapter 1

Elara Jones was carrying her daughter as she rushed to the hotel. At this moment, her son's fifth birthday party had already begun.

Meanwhile, Harvey Fisher stood beside their son as the warm glow of the candles illuminated the child's tender face.

Beau Fisher clasped his hands together and made a wish. "I wish Ms. Niamh could be my new mom."

Elara was shivering from the cold as it was raining heavily outside. She had gotten herself soaked trying to keep her daughter and the birthday cake dry.

Her clothes clung to her body like a thin layer of ice, wrapping her in cold discomfort.

Niamh Jones burst into hearty laughter. "How many times do I have to tell you? Don't call me Ms. Niamh! Call me Niamh! Your dad and I are more like brothers, so I can only be your second dad or something."

Her laughter echoed through the private room. The guests, who were all Niamh's close buddies, joined in the laughter. Only Niamh would dare to tease Harvey this way in front of so many people.

Beau blinked his bright eyes and gave Niamh a flattering smile.

Niamh pinched Beau's cheek and asked, "Why do you suddenly want a new mom, Beau?"

Beau glanced quickly at Harvey. "That's because Daddy likes Niamh!"

Niamh giggled even louder. She picked Beau up and sat him on her lap while wrapping an arm around Harvey's shoulder.

She raised an eyebrow at Harvey and bragged, "I guess Beau doesn't miss a thing!"

Harvey frowned and addressed everyone present, "Kids just say whatever comes to mind."

He was trying to tell them not to take her words seriously. Nonetheless, they knew children wouldn't lie. Everyone present knew Harvey and Niamh had been childhood friends.

Niamh had always surrounded herself with male friends, and the Fisher family's elders weren't particularly fond of her.

The Jones family had brought Elara back into their fold when she was 18, full of hope and love. She then married Harvey and bore his children.

The guests started to egg Beau on.

"Do you like your mom better, or Niamh better?"

"I like Niamh best! Mommy's just a bumpkin!"

A fleeting, almost imperceptible cold smile passed through Niamh's eyes. She then held Beau close and kissed his forehead.

Elara felt the blood in her veins freeze at that moment. Beau had never liked physical contact with anyone.

He would pull away in resistance whenever Elara tried to hold him. He was like his father—aloof and hard to approach.

Yet now, Beau was sitting in Niamh's lap while smiling affectionately at her. The way Harvey looked at Niamh carried a tenderness Elara had never seen before.

The three looked like a picture-perfect family.

"Mommy?" Bambi Fisher's voice pulled her back to the present.

Elara looked down at her daughter as tears blurred her vision.

"What's your birthday wish, Bambi?" Her voice trembled as she asked this question.

"Bambi just wants Mommy!"

"What about Daddy and Beau?"

Elara's tears fell onto Bambi's small hand, and she panicked. "Don't cry, Mommy! I'll go talk to Beau and tell him to stop clinging to Aunt Niamh."

Bambi and Beau were twins. Elara hemorrhaged badly when she gave birth to them. She had called Harvey from the delivery room, but it was Niamh who answered.

"Harvey's buying popcorn right now. He's watching fireworks with me at a theme park. You just focus on giving birth, okay?"

Then, the sound of fireworks exploding echoed in Elara's ears. From that moment on, her heart had been shattered beyond repair.

Elara took Bambi's hand and pushed open the door to the private room, and the room fell silent.

"Why are you here, Mrs. Fisher?"

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