บททั้งหมดของ We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife): บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Morning came quietly.The pale light of dawn filtered through the hospital window, spilling softly across the floor tiles. The faint scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mixed with the distant sound of footsteps and murmured voices from the nurses’ station outside.I hadn’t slept at all. Not a single hour.The chair beside Vincent’s bed had become my place of refuge throughout the night. My body ached, my eyes were swollen from crying, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I just sat there, watching him. Every now and then, I’d reach out and adjust the blanket over his chest, brushing his hair gently away from his forehead.He looked so calm now, his breathing steady — each rise and fall of his chest was a silent reassurance that he was still here with me.The beeping of the heart monitor was steady. It had become my lullaby, my only comfort.The nurse entered quietly with a tray of medication and a bowl of warm water. She gave me a polite nod before checking his IV line. “His vitals

Lilian's PoVThe news hit me like a thunderbolt.I stood there, frozen, staring at the document that lay open on my tablet — the hospital’s confidential report I had forced my way into seeing. My breath hitched as the word pregnant stared back at me in bold black letters. Alice. That wretched woman. Pregnant. With Vincent’s child.My knees trembled, and before I knew it, the tablet slipped from my hands, crashing hard against the marble floor. The sound echoed through the entire room.“No…” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head as I staggered backward. “No, it’s not possible… it’s not—”I grabbed the glass vase sitting on the table and hurled it at the wall. It shattered into countless pieces, the sharp sound cutting through the silence of the mansion. My heart thudded violently in my chest. The thought alone—Vincent touching her, that lowly woman—made bile rise in my throat.“AHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed, grabbing whatever my hands could reach and throwing them across the room — t

The phone rang once.Twice.My hand trembled as I stared at the screen. Vincent.For three days there had been nothing — no message, no call, no trace of him. Just silence. I almost thought he’d forgotten I existed. When I finally picked up, my throat was dry.“Hello?”His voice was calm, deep, but detached.“I’m downstairs. Morgan’s apartment.”For a second, I froze, unsure I heard right.Then I panicked. “You’re— you’re here?”The line went dead.Without even thinking, I rushed to the mirror, wiping my face. My hands shook as I grabbed the nearest coat, not bothering to fix my hair or wipe the remnants of tears from my eyes. Morgan appeared in the doorway.“Alice! Where are you going? You look pale—”“Vincent’s here,” I gasped, breathless already. “He’s here to see me!”“Alice, wait—!”But I was already gone.Down the hallway, down the stairs, heart pounding so fast it drowned every other sound. By the time I reached the entrance, the cold hit me like a slap. The evening air was he

The day had been long and heavy.The snow outside my window refused to stop falling, pale flakes tumbling past the glass like fragments of silence. Inside my office, everything was still — the faint hum of the heater, the low ticking of the clock, and my thoughts that refused to rest.Lastnight. she walked away from me — eyes red, voice trembling, refusing to look back.I should have let it go.But I couldn’t.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. My desk was cluttered with untouched files and reports. Even the coffee beside me had gone cold. I’d spent the entire morning trying to convince myself that I was doing the right thing. That ending this before it went too far was the best way to protect us both.I picked up the phone and dialed. “Noah,” I said when he answered.“Yes, sir?”“Book an appointment with the gynecologist department. Today.”There was a brief silence. I could almost hear the hesitation on the other end. “Sir… should I—?”“At the Markston Family Hospital,”

I quickly dressed up simple, leaving Morgan’s apartment. My fingers were trembling as I buttoned my coat, but I didn’t care. My chest ached, my throat burned from crying, and my heartbeat thudded so hard it almost hurt.The moment I stepped outside, the world hit me with a blast of cold. The snow had thickened overnight; soft white flakes drifted down slowly, covering the pavement, the roofs, the cars parked by the sidewalk.The air was biting, almost cruel, stinging my cheeks and nose, but I barely felt it. I walked fast, my boots crunching through the thin layer of snow, each step heavy and unsteady. My mind was numb the recording, his voice, Lilian’s mocking tone they all looped in my head like a curse that wouldn’t stop echoing.“Vincent…” I whispered under my breath, the name falling out like a broken prayer.I hailed a taxi with a shaky hand. One stopped almost immediately. The driver glanced at me through the mirror, eyes softening when he saw my red eyes and pale face.“Wher