Semua Bab Secret Baby Of the Ruthless Billionaire: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Bryan's POVThe message buzzed on my phone just as I was about to step into my car. I glanced down, and the screen lit up with Lia's words: "Remember, you deserve the truth. Always." The phrase felt like a cold shard piercing through the warmth I'd been clinging to lately. I locked my phone and shoved it into my pocket, trying to push the unease away. But no matter how hard I tried, the chill lingered, gnawing at me.I sat behind the wheel, gripping it tightly, staring at the rearview mirror. Images flashed in my mind - Lisa laughing with Eddie, the soft way she tucked him in at night, the way she looked at me like I was everything she'd ever wanted. I wanted to trust her. I needed to. But Lia's warning echoed louder than anything Lisa had ever said.How could I not think about the email Lia slipped to me yesterday? Eddie got suspended last month for fighting. School says it's because of home issues. The words stung. How had Lisa hidden that from me? I'd thought we were sharing every

Lisa's POV I woke up to the sharp sting of silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the heavy, oppressive kind that fills a room when two people do not know how to talk anymore. Bryan was already gone, the bed cold on his side.I stayed there, staring at the ceiling, replaying last night's argument over and over. The words felt like jagged edges slicing into my heart, and no matter how much I tried to smooth them over, the wounds throbbed.I never meant for it to get like this, I thought bitterly. How did we become strangers living under the same roof?Breakfast was a silent affair. I set the plates down with trembling hands, watching Bryan avoid my gaze as he scrolled through his phone. The cold distance between us was suffocating."Are you coming to Eddie's parent-teacher conference?" I asked, trying to sound casual, at least I thought I did.He shrugged. "I do not know."I clenched my jaw. That "I do not know" was not just about the conference. It was about everything - about us."I'm

Lisa's POV I don't remember packing the bag.One minute I was standing in the kitchen, staring at Bryan like I didn't know him - like he was some stranger who wore my Bryan's face and voice. And the next, I was upstairs, stuffing clothes into a worn overnight bag, my hands shaking so badly I could barely zip it.I didn't cry.Not then.Crying felt pointless. Like screaming into a storm.I kept hearing his voice over and over in my head. I want you to leave.Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing.And worse - he was keeping Eddie.He's staying here.The part of me that used to be rational understood. Eddie had his room here, his things, his routine. Uprooting him would be cruel. But the mother in me, the woman who carried that boy in her body for nine months, who gave up everything for him, wanted to fight. Wanted to rip Bryan apart for even suggesting it.But I didn't.Because I knew it wouldn't change anything.Bryan had made up his mind.And if I'd learned anything in the last f

Bryan's POV The house was too damn quiet.Even with the TV on in the den, with Lia's sitcom reruns blaring fake laughter every five seconds, it felt hollow. Empty in the places that mattered.I kept telling myself it was the right call. That letting Lisa go was the smart thing, the responsible thing. Lia had been... persuasive. Logical. Said Lisa was a storm that would wreck us both. Said I was too good at rescuing people who didn't belong in my world.And maybe she was right.Maybe.But Eddie. God.That kid didn't deserve this.I hadn't seen him in hours. After breakfast, he'd disappeared. I heard his bedroom door close once, and after that, nothing. Not a laugh, not the sound of a video game, not even the soft thud of feet running down the hall like he usually did.It was nearly midnight when I finally got up the nerve to check.I stood outside his room for a full minute, palm against the doorframe. Listening.Nothing.I pushed the door open slowly.The light from the hallway spill

Bryan's POV The house was too quiet when I woke up.Not the good kind of quiet either. Not the peaceful kind where the sun streamed in and you could hear birds outside the window. No - this was heavy, uneasy silence. The kind that settled into your bones like a warning.I sat up in bed, glancing at the clock.7:02 AM.Way too early for this house to feel like a crypt.Lia was still asleep beside me, her hair fanned out across the pillow. I didn't bother waking her. I swung my legs out of bed and rubbed a hand over my face, still not used to the emptiness on the other side of the hallway.It had been two days since Lisa left.Two days since I told her to go - made her leave, actually. Lia had talked sense into me, convinced me that it was the right move. That Lisa was a distraction, an unnecessary risk. She'd said the boy could stay, of course. Eddie was innocent. He wasn't the problem.But looking back now, the way he clung to her when she left, the way he cried...I shook the though