All Chapters of The Billionaire's secret baby bride : Chapter 141

Isabella’s POVThe morning came with a cruel kind of stillness — the kind that arrives after a storm, when everything feels too quiet, too heavy, too real. The city below was wrapped in mist, the streets glistening with the remnants of last night’s rain. From the penthouse balcony, I could see the skyline shrouded in pale light, the clouds drifting lazily like exhausted ghosts.I stood there barefoot, one of Alexander’s shirts hanging loosely off my shoulder. The air was cold, sharp with the scent of wet asphalt and salt. But the ache in my chest was warmer — heavy, human, and hollow all at once.He hadn’t said a word since he came back last night. I’d washed the blood from his hands myself — crimson stains that refused to leave, no matter how long I scrubbed. And when his trembling fingers touched my face afterward, I realized it wasn’t just blood that clung to him — it was guilt.He was still asleep, sprawled across the bed, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. But even