All Chapters of THE RETURN OF THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

SHATTERED TRUTHS Ivy’s POV Gabe’s words hit like a sledgehammer, the possibility that he’s my baby’s father threatening to break me. His whispered claim—“The baby… it’s mine”—echoed in the chaos of the cabin, where we’d barely escaped Bella’s bomb. Rowan’s gray eyes burned with pain as he stared at me, blood dripping from his shoulder, Noah trembling in my arms. My arm throbbed from Bella’s grazing shot, and my heart pounded, fear for our unborn child and our family tearing me apart. The police had swarmed in, but Gabe’s confession hung heavy, a shadow over the love Rowan and I fought for. Rowan pulled me close, his grip fierce despite his wound, his lips brushing my temple. “He’s lying,” he growled, his voice rough, his eyes locked on mine. “You’re mine, Ivy. The baby’s mine.” His words were a lifeline, but doubt gnawed at me, Gabe’s betrayal cutting deep. “I want to believe you,” I whispered, my voice trembling, tears spilling as I clutched Noah. “But what if…” My throa

THE PATERNITY SHOCK Ivy’s POV The bloodied envelope trembled in my hands, the truth about my baby’s father threatening to shatter my world. The safe house’s dim light cast shadows on Rowan’s pale face, his shoulder bandaged from the cabin fight, his gray eyes locked on me as he held the stained paper. Noah slept in the next room, safe with Sarah, but Gabe’s chilling claim—“The baby… it’s mine”—and the hospital fire’s chaos haunted me. My arm throbbed from Bella’s shot, and my heart pounded, fear and guilt twisting as I braced for the results that could break us. Rowan tore open the envelope, his jaw clenching, and his face paled as he read. “It says Gabe’s the father,” he said, his voice low, cracking with pain. My knees buckled, tears spilling, and I collapsed onto the couch, the paper slipping from his hand. “No,” I whispered, my voice breaking, my hand clutching my stomach. “It can’t be true.” Guilt and fear choked me—memories of Gabe’s brief closeness before he vanished,

CORPORATE CONSPIRACY Ivy’s POV The USB drive’s files burned in my mind, exposing Maddox’s ruthless plan to bankrupt Douglas Enterprises, but the sniper’s red dot on my chest at the warehouse lingered, making me question Gabe’s true motives. Back at the safe house, the dim living room felt like a battlefield, Rowan’s tablet glowing with damning evidence as we sat close, Noah asleep with Sarah. My arm throbbed from Bella’s grazing shot, and my heart raced, Gabe’s claim— that the baby is really his—clashing with his sudden disappearance. Rowan’s shoulder bandage seeped blood, but his gray eyes blazed with resolve, his hand gripping mine, grounding me. “Rowan, look at this,” I said, my voice tense, pointing to the screen. The files detailed Maddox’s scheme to manipulate stock prices, not just for Douglas Enterprises but for my Atelier too, aiming to seize both our empires. My stomach twisted, my life’s work targeted again. “He’s after everything.” Rowan’s jaw clenched, his finger

A MOTHER’S NIGHTMARE Ivy’s POV Noah’s disappearance ripped my heart apart, the thought of Bella or Maddox touching him driving me to the edge. Sarah’s panicked call—“He never arrived!”—echoed in the safe house, Rowan’s face paling as he tried the driver’s phone, the dead signal confirming our worst fear. My arm throbbed from Bella’s grazing shot, my pregnancy weighing me down, but rage and love for my son burned hotter. Rowan’s gray eyes blazed with fury, his shoulder bandage bloody from the warehouse fight, but his hand gripped mine, his ring a lifeline in the chaos of Maddox’s fraud accusations and Bella’s relentless attacks. “We’re getting him back,” Rowan growled, his voice rough, pulling me close, his lips brushing my temple. “I swear, Ivy.” His kiss was fierce, desperate, and I clung to him, my heart pounding, needing his strength to keep me from breaking. “I’m going with you,” I said, my voice sharp, standing despite the ache in my body. “He’s my son.” Rowan’s jaw

BIRTH AND BETRAYAL IVY’S POV Pain ripped through me as labor started. The sterile room blurred, nurses bustling as I gripped Rowan’s hand, his gray eyes fierce with love despite the blood seeping through his shoulder bandage from the estate fight. Bella’s escape and her threat—“This isn’t over!”—echoed, but Noah was safe, curled up with Sarah in the waiting area. My arm throbbed from her earlier shot, and Gabe’s claim over my unborn baby haunted me, his shadow looming even now. Rowan’s ring glinted on my finger, his love my anchor in this storm. “Breathe, Ivy,” Rowan said, his voice rough but steady, his hand squeezing mine as another contraction hit. “You’ve got this.” His lips brushed my forehead, his warmth grounding me, and I clung to him, tears stinging my eyes, needing his strength. “I’m scared,” I whispered, my voice trembling, pain shooting through me. “What if Gabe…” I couldn’t finish, fear choking me, but Rowan cupped my face, his thumb wiping my tears, his eyes b