บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Secret Baby After Divorce: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Bella's POVI sat across from the woman Cole had hired. Dr. Elara Winslow, supposedly one of the best cognitive-memory rehabilitation specialists in the country, and while she was sitting across from me, I tried my best not to look as uncomfortable as I felt.She had chosen for us to stay in a bright room for the session. A small recorder blinked red between us, the soft pulse taunting me. I shifted on the couch, tugging my sweater closed around my ribs.“Alright, Bella,” she said softly, crossing one leg over the other. “Let’s begin where you left off. You mentioned feeling… disoriented waking up this morning?”Disoriented. That was one word for it. Terrified was another.I nodded slowly. “I—yes. I woke up from a dream. Or… memory. I’m not sure which.”“Describe what you recall.”I inhaled deeply, feeling my throat tighten. “I was… talking on the phone. I don’t know to whom. But I was angry. I kept saying the child was in their custody. And that they needed to stop calling me. That a

Eric's POVBella stood in the middle of my office like she wasn’t sure where to place herself, her eyes scanning the bookshelves, the dark wood, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Her fingers brushed the edge of my conference table, then my couch, lingering on every surface like she was searching for anything to help with her memories but finding none.But she was familiar to me.Painfully so.She was the only thing in the room I couldn’t ignore, the only thing I hadn’t been able to ignore for years.I cleared my throat softly. “You want a drink?”She turned to me with a small smile. “Yes. Please.”I nodded and walked to the bar cabinet at the corner of the room. She followed me with her eyes, her hands clasped in front of her, posture uncertain, almost shy. It was something Bella had never been before the accident.I poured whiskey into two glasses, glancing at her again. She had gone to sit at my desk, on my chair, actually—spinning it once slowly with a thoughtful e

Bella's POVI practically ran out of Eric’s office.My heart was still racing, confused and pounding, and wanting things I wasn’t supposed to want. Eric’s voice still echoed behind me—“Bella, wait—”—but I didn’t dare look back. If I did, I knew I wouldn’t leave.And that would be wrong.Everything would be wrong.The second I stepped into the hallway, I straightened immediately and opened the door to the private elevator. I nodded, too breathless to speak. My legs felt shaky, like the ground wasn’t real.The elevator stopped at the basement level. My driver hurried ahead, opening the back door of the car just as I rushed toward it.“Ma’am,” he said, voice calm, but I, on the other hand, wasn’t calm at all.I slid into the seat fast. "Go,” I said. “Please. Just… go.”The door slammed shut, and a second later the car peeled out of the underground lot.I kept twisting back to look through the rear window, half-afraid Eric would appear running after the car, half-terrified that he wouldn’

Bella's POVCole and I never really spoke about Eric again last night. I understood why he must've felt betrayed and heartbroken. But there was nothing I could do... I already told him I didn't do anything with Eric.Even if I wanted to... I didn't. And that was supposed to count for something. But Cole was still moody about me talking and seeing my supposed ex-husband I couldn't even remember.* * *Morning came quietly.I woke before the sun fully rose, the pale gray light slipping through the curtains and stretching across the ceiling. For a few seconds... just a few, I forgot everything. Forgot the tension between us, I forgot the look on Cole’s face last night.Then reality settled back.Miles stirred beside me, making a soft sound in his sleep. I turned my head and watched him, his tiny fist curled near his mouth, his lashes resting against his cheeks. He looked so peaceful. So untouched by everything that felt like it was breaking apart around me.I reached out and brushed my t

Cole's POVI didn’t break eye contact with the child even when Eric’s voice cut through the tension.“What are you talking about, Warren?" he asked. "How do you know she’s Martha’s granddaughter?”The way he said it told me he was already bracing himself for an answer he didn’t want to hear.I took a slow breath, grounding myself. My jaw tightened, and my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears, but my voice came out calmer than I felt.“Well, because I’ve seen her before,” I said. “And because Martha never spoke about anything in her life the way she spoke about that child.”Eric’s jaw tightened. Rose shifted in his arms, small fingers clutching the lapel of his suit as if she sensed the tension thickening around us.“Okay, Cole," he chuckled. "You know that’s not an answer".“It is,” I replied. "It's just not the one you like.”I took another step toward them.Eric immediately backed away, his body angling protectively. “Don’t come closer.”I ignored him again.“Martha