MasukEric's POV
No matter how hard I tried, it was impossible to forget Bella. It had been seven months since she left me. Seven months since I signed away the best thing that had ever walked into my life. Whenever I closed my eyes, all I could see was her. I rubbed my temple, trying to shake the memory of her, when the soft click of my office door diverted my attention. "Mr. Damon?" my secretary, Clara, peeked her head inside. "There's someone here who insists on seeing you. He doesn't have an appointment, and I tried to reschedule, but he said it's urgent." I frowned. "Who is it?" "A Dr. Leonard Hale," she replied, checking her notepad. The name struck a chord immediately. Dr. Hale. The fertility specialist. I hadn't seen the man in months, not since before the divorce. I had gone secretly to him for checkups, endless tests, and consultations that had yielded nothing but disappointment. I sat back in my chair, instantly masking the sudden urge of unease. "Send him in." Clara nodded and disappeared. A few seconds later, the door fully opened, and there he was. Dr. Leonard Hale. He was slightly grayer than I remembered, but with the same eyes. "Eric," he greeted warmly as he extended a hand as though no time had passed. "Dr. Hale," I said, rising to shake his hand. "This is a surprise. Please, have a seat." He lowered himself into the chair opposite my desk, folding his hands together. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice." I stared at him. "It's been months. What brings you here? You look... troubled." He chuckled lightly. "Troubled is one way to put it. More like... complicated." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Hmm, please. Go on." He shifted in his seat. "Before I begin, I need to ask something personal." "Sure, go ahead." "Are you and Bella... officially divorced?" That question was unexpected, even after our divorce was very private and only a few people knew about it. "How did you know about that?" "Just answer, it'll all make sense soon." "Hmm," I sighed. "Yes," I said flatly. "Seven months ago. Why?" He exhaled as if he was confirming something. "I see. Well... that makes what I'm about to say even more delicate." My stomach tightened. "Just say it, Hale." He hesitated for a second. "Your ex-wife, Bella, was admitted into my hospital a few days ago. Apparently, she fainted at her wedding." My jaw tightened. "Wedding?" "Yes. She married a man named Cole Warren. Does that name ring a bell?" I clenched my fists under the desk. Cole Warren. Of course, I knew the name. CEO of Warren Capital Holdings and one of my biggest rivals in the financial world. And now, he was Bella's husband. The thought of someone as powerful as Cole being Bella's husband burned my chest like as if someone spilled acid on it. "Go on," I forced myself to speak. Dr. Hale cleared his throat. "As part of our standard procedure, we ran some tests. We discovered that she's seven months pregnant." Pregnant? Bella? My Bella? I could hardly breathe. "What... did you just say?" He repeated the words carefully. "She's seven months pregnant." I shook my head slowly. The feeling of disbelief clawed through me. "That's impossible." "On the contrary," he said softly. "The timeline checks out. She fainted from fatigue and stress, but the baby is fine. It's a healthy pregnancy." My thoughts wandered. I did my maths automatically, my mind racing back to when we were still together. The last weeks we spent together as husband and wife. Seven months. It lined up perfectly. Dr. Hale leaned back. "Forgive me for being blunt, Eric, but... considering the divorce, one might assume she conceived outside the marriage. With someone else." I snapped my head up, eyes darkened from instant anger. "Don't you dare." He blinked, startled by the fury in my voice. "Don't you ever suggest Bella was unfaithful to me," I growled. "She was loyal to the very end. In fact, she was too loyal, even when I didn't deserve it." Dr. Hale raised his palms in surrender. "My apologies. I only meant that, given the timing, others might draw their own conclusions." I sat forward. "There is no other conclusion. That baby she's carrying is mine. That child is mine." I could feel my pulse hammering in my ears as the room became silent. But I was also feeling something else, something I hadn't felt in months. Pure, unrelenting hope. For years, Bella had carried the shame and humiliation of being barren, meanwhile, it was I who was the problem. Dr. Hale himself had delivered that verdict. My sperm was weak, my chances were slim. I'd lived under that shame, knowing that Bella wanted children, and knowing I couldn't give them to her. It had eaten away at me, destroyed the foundation of our marriage as I allowed my mother's poison to seep into everything. But yet, against all odds. Bella was pregnant. And with my child. I stood up abruptly, pacing to the window as I was unable to contain the storm raging inside me. "Are you sure?" I asked, demanding an answer, but my voice trembled with urgency. Dr. Hale nodded. "Yes. The dates align precisely with the final months of your marriage. There is no mistaking it. Congratulations, Eric. You're going to be a father." Being called a father nearly buckled my knees. I pressed a hand to the glass, staring out at the city below. This news was everything. Behind me, Dr. Hale stood as well. "I thought you deserved to know. I'll leave you to process this. But Eric..." He hesitated, then added. "She's married now. That complicates things, so be careful." I turned, my eyes glassy. "It changes nothing. That's my wife. That's my child. And now... I finally have the chance to set everything right." Dr. Hale gave me a confused look. "Just be careful. Don't make an unfixable mistake." I barely heard him cause my mind was already racing ahead. I walked him to the door, shaking his hand firmly. "Thank you. Hale. More than you know." When the door shut behind him, I leaned against it for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then I straightened, laughter bubbling up. I had lost Bella once. But now? Now I had the one thing that could bring her back. I spread my arms wide. "She's still mine," I whispered. "And now, with our baby, I can finally get her back."Mia's POVI didn’t talk to Alan again after that night in my room. He called. He texted. He even sent Zara messages asking if I was okay. But I ignored everything.At first, it was hard. I kept replaying his words in my head, the way he dismissed me, the way he made me feel crazy for being hurt.But as the days passed, ignoring him got easier.Nikolas, on the other hand, became a quiet constant in my life.He was the opposite of Alan. He didn’t pressure me. He didn’t demand anything. He simply checked in, asked about my exams, brought me snacks during study sessions, and made me laugh when I needed it most.Slowly, without even realizing it, I began to feel better and even stronger.Like I was finally standing on my own feet instead of leaning on someone who didn’t care if I fell.By the time exams officially started, I felt like a different person. I was more settled and certain. And most importantly, I knew I didn’t want Alan anymore.It was a Thursday afternoon when everything fina
Mia's POVAfter our picnic date came to an end, Nikolas couldn't take his eyes off me. On our drive back home, Nikolas kept glancing at me with that soft smile of his, replaying little moments from the picnic, teasing me about how many cupcakes I’d eaten and how I pretended not to enjoy them.I laughed along, but somewhere at the back of my mind, there was a quiet nervousness I couldn’t explain. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was fear. Or maybe it was just the strange feeling of knowing that my life was slowly changing and I wasn’t fully in control of it anymore.When he finally pulled up in front of my house, the sky was already dark, and the streetlights were on.“You're home now. All safe and sound,” Nikolas said, turning off the engine.“Thank you for today,” I replied. “I really had fun.”“I’m glad.”He came around to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out, still smiling. Then everything inside me froze.Standing right by my front entrance, leaning against the
Mia's POVIt took me a while, I won't deny that, it did. But after the tears, and the endless hours of staring at my phone waiting for calls that never came, something in me simply switched off. I stopped checking. I stopped wondering. I stopped caring. Life quietly went on, and I decided to go on with it.A few days after the whole mess, I swallowed my pride and apologized to Zara.We were sitting at the kitchen counter, both pretending to study but really just flipping through our phones, when I finally spoke.“Zara… I’m sorry,” I said softly.She looked up, surprised. “For what?”“For snapping at you. For yelling at you in front of Nikolas. For acting like a crazy person.”She waved it off. “Girl, you were hurting. I get it. And you were right. I didn't have any right to air your business out like that in front of that man.”“Still,” I insisted, “you didn’t deserve that.”She smiled. “Apology accepted. And I also hope you can forgive me for what I did?”"Of course, babe."After tha
Mia's POVI turned on Zara.“You know what, Zara... why would you say that?” I snapped, pushing myself up from the chair. My legs felt shaky, but the anger rushing through me kept me steady. “Why would you tell him that?”Zara folded her arms defensively. “Because it’s the truth, Mia.”“That doesn’t mean you announce it to strangers!” I shot back.Nikolas stood awkwardly between us, his eyes moving from me to Zara and back again, clearly realizing he had walked into something far messier than he expected.“He’s not a stranger, Mia,” Zara argued. “And I think by now, you'll see he cares about you.”“You don’t know that!” I said sharply. “You don’t even know him.”“Well, I know he's not the person who made you cry!” she fired back.“That’s not the point,” I snapped. “This is my business, not his.”Nikolas raised a hand gently. “Hey… maybe I should—”“No,” I interrupted, glaring at Zara. “She needs to explain why she thought it was okay to expose my private life like that.”Zara rolled h
Mia's POVBy the time Alan finally called, my chest hurt in that deep, aching way that came from crying too much and thinking too hard. My eyes were already swollen, my head throbbing, my body exhausted from carrying emotions that were too heavy for one night and one morning. Zara was still beside me, her arm around my shoulders, murmuring soft reassurances that I barely heard.Then my phone rang. I looked over at it and finally... Alan.My breath hitched so sharply it hurt. For a split second, hope flared. I was foolish and desperate. I pulled away from Zara and answered before the phone could ring a second time.“Alan,” I said, my voice already trembling. “Where have you been?”There was a pause on the other end."Alan?" I said louder now. "Why are you answering? Where have you been all these while?"“Why are you shouting?” he asked calmly, almost lazily, like I was interrupting something unimportant.“I’m not shouting, but I'm sorry if I'm too loud,” I apologized."It's cool."“So,
Mia's POVWhen we finally arrived at the house, the silence between Zara and me was heavy. I parked the car, turned off the engine, and just sat there for a moment, staring straight ahead, but I couldn't see anything in front of me because my head was still wrapped in what I saw at the cafe.“Mia,” Zara said gently, unbuckling her seatbelt. “You good, babe? Talk to me.”“I’m fine,” I replied immediately, too quickly, my voice flat. “Really. Don't worry about me.”She frowned, clearly not convinced, but followed me out of the car anyway. Inside the house, Zara hovered behind me like she was afraid I’d run mad if she looked away for even a second.“Mia,” she tried again as I dropped my bag on the couch. “You don’t have to shut down like this because of him. I hope you know that. I think maybe you’re overthinking it.”I didn’t respond. I reached for my phone instead, my fingers already moving on their own, dialing a number I knew by heart.Zara watched me. “What are you doing?”“I’m call
Cole's POVThe day had drained me. Work as usual was hectic, and normally, I would have stayed longer, but my thoughts kept circling back to Eric Damon and his claims of taking Bella back. So, I left earlier than usual. As the driver rolled the car up the long driveway of my house, I loosened my ti
Bella's POVI had been gaining visible weight and never thought of anything as pregnancy-related. I deemed my baby bump as mere bloating, and whenever Cole said something about it, I threw the words, body shaming to his face, and that would be the end of the conversation. But now that I learnt of t
Bella's POVCole had left for the office, and I had lied to him that I would be returning to mine when he asked. But instead, after he left, I ran to the bathroom, sitting there longer than I realized, perched on the closed lid of the toilet seat, staring at the floor. My fingers twisted together i
Cole's POVWhen I entered my office, I loosened my tie slightly, settling into the chair that I would be sitting on for twelve hours than I cared to count. My desk was cluttered with folders and contracts. I thumbed through one file, approving the final stages of a property acquisition in Milan. An







