"If our child was only born to fill the void of the one you never had with Natalie, then I would rather have never given birth to him!" Eleanor's voice broke, her shoulders trembling. "Charles, I love you. You can belittle me, ignore me, but Orion is innocent. I don't want him to exist as some consolation for your regrets with another woman."
"I know Natalie can't accept me or my son. I understood that seven years ago. That's why I did everything you asked: I stayed far away, lived in another city, and kept my distance. But when you suddenly said you'd bring me here, I thought… I thought we could finally be together and that this was finally our chance. But after seeing how she looks at us…" She choked on a sob, voice trembling. "Charles, send me and Orion back, okay? I don't want to stay here, watching my child live under someone else's shadow."
Her sobs grew heavier, and Charles panicked, rushing to reassure her.
"Eleanor, look at me." His voice was firm, desperate. "Orion is our son, he is not some substitute for regret. I love you. I love our child. I have never neglected you, and I never will. Everything I have, everything I can give, belongs to you and Orion."