All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Baby After Divorce: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Bella's POVSix pregnant months later...I’d never seen our backyard look this alive before. Cole’s family, our friends, his parents, even his sister Olivia with her children darting around the lawn, nearly colliding with Irene’s kids, who were holding a cup of blue punch. The chatter was endless, cheerful, and infectious.I should have felt nothing but happiness.And in a way, I did.My husband’s hand was resting protectively over my belly as we posed for yet another picture in front of the giant sign that read, “Boy or Girl? The Warrens Can’t Wait to See!”Cole looked radiant, like sunlight poured into human form. His hair tousled, his white shirt rolled up at the sleeves, and his grin wide enough to melt me all over again. Every time I looked at him, I still couldn’t believe this was my life.The laughter around us dimmed for a moment as Cole’s mother clinked a glass. “All right, everyone!” she called, voice crisp with excitement. “It’s time for the big reveal!”Cheers erupted. Som

Bella's POVThe party had long died down, and inside the house was a mess of celebration aftermath. The gender reveal had been everything Cole and I wanted it to be. But now, the night had settled. And the house was slowly being restored to its quiet state.I stood at the base of the staircase, rubbing my aching back as I watched a few of the household staff move around with trash bags. Martha was still here, and so was Rose. The very thought made my pulse skip and tighten.I’d spent most of the evening avoiding them, making excuses to stay with guests, pretending not to notice when Cole and that little girl laughed in the garden together.My throat burned as I steadied my breath. I knew I couldn’t avoid Martha forever. I needed to send her away. Before Cole started to notice how strangely I was behaving. Before I did something irrational.I walked into the kitchen. Martha stood by the sink, sleeves rolled up, washing dishes. It made my chest tighten painfully. She didn’t turn when I

Bella's POVThe first thing I noticed when my eyes fluttered open was the silence. My hand instinctively reached across the sheets, touching the smooth, untouched space where Cole should have been. It was empty. A small, smug smile crept up my lips. Maybe he’d done what he promised. Maybe he had finally sent Martha and that child away.I stretched slowly, groaning as my back arched against the headboard. My six-month belly made even the simplest movements feel like a marathon. I glanced toward the mirror on the far wall, and my reflection stared back at me, pale.Good. They’re gone.Swinging my legs off the bed, I took my time standing, pressing a hand against my lower back before padding toward the bathroom. I brushed my teeth slowly, humming softly.I rinsed my mouth and caught my reflection again, my hair a bit disheveled, my eyes slightly swollen from crying the night before. But I looked calm now.After changing out of my nightie into a soft silk robe, I walked downstairs, my han

Bella's POVWe finally arrived home, and I should’ve felt relief as Cole stepped out and came around to open my door. But as his arms slipped beneath me, lifting me from the seat, all I could think of was how fragile I’d become. My body felt heavy in his hold.“Easy,” he murmured, his voice gentle. “I’ve got you.”I didn’t argue. My head rested against his chest as he carried me toward the houseInside, the staff had already gathered. The hush in the foyer was almost reverent. James stepped forward with a wheelchair, the one Dr. Langford had recommended.“Sir, ma’am,” James said, bowing his head slightly.Cole carefully set me into the seat, his hand still on the small of my back. I could feel the guilt rolling off him.“Where would you like her, sir?” James asked.“The guest room downstairs,” Cole said. “It’s closest to the kitchen, and she won’t have to use the stairs.”I said nothing. I simply watched the floors as Cole guided me toward the west wing of the house. Martha and Rose w

Eric's POVThe moment I drove into my compound, my mother stepped out.“Eric,” she called, smiling, wiping her hands on the apron tied neatly around her waist. “You’re home early.”I gave a small nod, managing a faint smile. “Yeah. Lunch ended sooner than I thought.”“With your new friend?” she teased lightly, her eyes crinkling with curiosity. “What was her name again? Sarah?”I exhaled slowly. “Yes, Sarah.”“And?” she pressed, crossing her arms.“And it was fine,” I replied, pulling off my suit and handing it to the butler who appeared silently by the door. “Just lunch, that’s all.”My mother tilted her head, her voice softening. “You should allow yourself to be happy again, Eric. Bella’s gone. She’s made her choices, and you deserve—”“I don’t want to talk about Bella,” I interrupted sharply.Her face fell slightly, but she nodded in understanding. “All right, son. I’ll let you be.” She smiled kindly before turning away, leaving me standing in the wide hallway.I ran a hand through