Lahat ng Kabanata ng Secret Billionaire Divorcee: Kabanata 251 - Kabanata 260

Caroline’s Point of View I don’t sleep. I lie in bed for hours, eyes wide open, watching the shadows move across the ceiling. Every time I blink, I see Knoxx. Not the Knoxx from years ago. Not the arrogant, untouchable man I fell in love with and hated just as deeply. But this Knoxx—the one who knelt in my office, trembling, his voice breaking as he said Liam was his. Liam is mine. Three words. That’s all it took to crack the world I’ve carefully rebuilt. I want to scream.I want to go back in time.I want to change everything. But it’s too late. I roll over, pushing the blanket down to my waist. The sheets are warm, but I’m cold. Freezing. Because there’s a hollow inside me now that wasn’t there yesterday. And I don’t know

Caroline’s Point of View He shows up without warning. No text. No call. Not even a polite “Are you free?” just to test the waters. Adrian simply appears—like gravity pulled him to me and he decided he didn’t need permission to arrive. I spot him from the second floor lobby through the sleek glass railings. He’s wearing slate-gray slacks, a navy blue button-down, the sleeves casually rolled up like he’s trying to look less perfect, more approachable. One hand grips Liam’s tiny one. The other waves to the receptionist like they’ve been friends for years. Liam is bouncing slightly with excitement as he peers around the lobby, eyes wide like he’s at an amusement park. I feel a mix of emotions all at once. Confusion. Irritation. A strange flicker of guilt. But most of all—a pressure in my chest I can’t name. Somet

Caroline’s Point of View The message arrives after midnight, in the thick hush of the apartment when even the shadows seem asleep. I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, legs curled under me, laptop open but untouched. My fingers hover over the keyboard, still unsure what I’m searching for. Answers? Distractions? Something to drown out the noise building in my head? Then a soft chime. One new email. I glance at the screen. My breath stutters. It’s not from anyone I know. Just a line of numbers—no subject, no greeting. But the sender name reads only one word: Fixer. My stomach knots. This isn’t my secretary. Or Penelope. Or Dad. Only a handful of people even know this account exists. It’s an old, near-dead inbox I used for school back when

Caroline’s Point of View It’s a Tuesday, and I wake up knowing I won’t go into the office today. I don’t text my secretary right away, even though I should. I just lie there beside Liam, watching his chest rise and fall with every tiny, peaceful breath. His arm is slung over my stomach, his fingers tangled in the hem of my shirt like he’s still afraid I’ll vanish while he sleeps. I smooth his curls away from his forehead, my throat tightening at the innocence in his face. The unshakable trust. The safety he feels with me. God, how much longer can I keep that promise? I close my eyes, just for a moment. But instead of sleep, I see that grainy video again.Adrian.Standing outside my old boutique.Watching.Smiling. I hear his voice, layered over the image like a ghost: “I’ll handle everything from now on.” And I

Caroline’s Point of View The doorbell rings just as I’m drying the last plate from breakfast. A soft, polite chime. Not the kind that feels urgent—just enough to draw attention. I wipe my hands on the dish towel and make my way to the door, my steps slow, unhurried. Liam is somewhere in the living room, building his fifth tower of the morning out of couch cushions and cereal boxes. When I open the door, there’s no one. Just a box. Brown, medium-sized, nothing particularly special about it at first glance. No delivery man in sight, no truck pulling away. Just the quiet morning and this box sitting at my doorstep. I look up and down the hallway. Empty. Not even the usual neighbor walking their dog. “Mommy!” Liam’s voice rings out from behind me, pounding footsteps following close. “What is it? Is it