All Chapters of The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62 Cynthia's POV I grabbed my suitcase with trembling hands, still unpacked from the flight over, still stuffed with hastily thrown-together clothes I hadn't even touched. Had I slept at all in the past forty-eight hours? Maybe a few restless hours on the plane, plagued by nightmares about the restaurant and the crushing guilt of abandoning Amber. But real rest? No. Nothing close. It didn't matter. None of it mattered now. Amber wasn't safe. Amber was in a hospital bed. I fumbled with my phone, nearly dropping it twice before I managed to initiate a group call with my brothers. Kevin answered first. "Hey, Cici. I'm actually about to board a flight to Paris…" "No!" I cut him off just as Nathaniel and Julian joined the call. "No, don't come. I'm coming back to Missford." "Cynthia?" Julian's voice was laced with concern. "What happened? You sound…" "It's Amber." My voice cracked. "He's in the hospital. I don't know what happened. I called Bryan – Ethan’s friend… he just

Chapter 64Kevin's POVI am doing this for my sister and my nephew.That's what I kept telling myself as I pulled into the hospital parking lot. The address Cynthia had forwarded me led to Missford General, a sprawling medical complex that I'd driven past a hundred times but never had reason to enter.Until now.I killed the engine and sat there for a moment, steeling myself. This wasn't going to be pleasant. Walking into Ethan Walker's territory, asking about a child they probably thought I had no right to care about, it was going to be a shitshow.But Cici needed me and Amber was my nephew, even if the world didn't know it yet.I got out of the car and walked into the lobby.The first people I noticed were Bryan and Devian, I had experienced them during the time I and Cynthia went to the Foie Gras Hot Dogs and overheard them talking. I knew these guys were assholes and I need to beware of them.Our eyes met across the sterile white space, and I watched recognition dawn on their face

Chapter 66Cynthia's POVJust as I was about to walk through the hospital entrance, I spotted Devian and Bryan, walking out through the automatic doors.I ducked behind a pillar, pressing myself against the cold concrete, my heart pounding.Why was I hiding? It wasn't as if I was a criminal. I had every right to be here… Amber was my son.But I still waited behind the pillar, watching them pass."...should've seen his face when security showed up," Devian was saying, laughing. "That pretty boy racer thought he could just waltz in here like he owned the place.""Drop it, Devian," Bryan said, his tone flat."I'm just saying…"Their voices faded as they walked toward the parking lot.I waited until they were out of sight before I moved. Then I took a steadying breath and walked into the hospital.The corridors were quiet at this hour, visiting hours were almost over. I followed the signs toward the pediatric ward and closer to whatever awaited me inside that room.I turned a corner and s

Chapter 68 Ethan's POV I walked back toward Amber's bed after Dr. Reyes finished explaining the medication schedule. Amber was sitting up now, his eyes brighter than they'd been since the surgery. There was color in his cheeks, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Dad," he said, his voice still weak but filled with something that sounded almost like joy. "Mom just left. She told me she loved me." I stopped mid-step. "What?" "Mom was here," Amber repeated. "She came to see me. She held my hand and kissed my forehead and told me she loved me no matter what." I stared at him, my mind racing. Had they given him something? Some kind of post-operative medication that was causing him to hallucinate? The anesthesia, maybe — sometimes it could cause confusion, vivid dreams that felt real. "Buddy," I said carefully, sitting on the edge of his bed. "I've been here the whole time. No one came in except the doctor." "She did," Amber insisted. "She was right here" My chest

Chapter 70Cynthia's POVI sat on my bed, the envelope containing the divorce papers resting on my bedside table like a ticking time bomb.How was I supposed to give them to him?Should I mail them? Have a lawyer deliver them formally? Hand them over in person?And more importantly, how would he react?Would he be glad? Relieved that I was finally setting him free so he could marry Anna and make their little family official? Maybe he'd even thank me for making it easy on him.Or would he be nonchalant about it? Indifferent, the way he'd been about everything during our years of marriage. Just sign the papers without a second glance, the same way he used to sign off on household expenses without ever looking at me.I stared at the envelope, my thoughts spiraling.The divorce documents didn't mention custody. I'd made sure of that. I had no plans to fight for Amber, not because I didn't want him, but because I knew the reality. Amber was closer to his father. He'd spent three years buil