All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Baby After Divorce: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Eric's POVI had barely slept for four hours last night, so when I woke up in the morning, I was already tired.I chose a more casual outfit today. A fitted navy shirt with the sleeves rolled to my elbows, dark tailored trousers, and loafers. Sarah and I were leaving for York this morning, and I wanted the day to start as simply as possible.The driver stood beside the car in the driveway, the door open, engine humming. I was just about to step in when I heard my mother’s voice behind me.“Eric!”I closed my eyes briefly. Not now.I turned around, watching Grace hurry across the front steps. She was still in her silk robe, her graying hair tied loosely.“Eric, wait.” She placed a hand on my arm before I could slide into the car. “I need to talk to you about this new friend of yours... this Sarah.”I exhaled through my nose. “Mother, not now.”She tightened her grip, her nails grazing my skin slightly. “Please, listen to me first. I know you’re a grown man, but sometimes your heart bli

Eric's POVThe first dinner in York with Sarah's family was just as I expected it to be. It was warm, and they were sweet. We had roasted vegetables, slow-cooked lamb, and freshly baked bread. I sat at the long wooden table, across from her father, who still asked me polite questions about business, the weather in London, and how I found their small town. Sarah’s mother was more inquisitive, her eyes darting between her daughter and me, as if trying to read what we were to each other.I answered each of their questions respectfully. Sarah sat next to me, her laughter soft and contagious as she occasionally brushed against my arm. Every time her fingers brushed mine under the table, I felt a quiet rush.When dinner ended, Sarah’s father poured me a final glass of wine. I thanked him and rose to help gather the plates, but before I could even pick one up, Sarah’s mother raised her hands and said kindly, “Oh, no, Mr. Damon, please don't. Guests don’t help with dishes here.”I smiled, sti

Eric's POVMartha returned from the kitchen, her hands slightly damp, smelling faintly of herbs and something simmering. She smiled softly when she saw me still holding Rose against my chest.“She must be dreaming sweetly,” she whispered, reaching out her arms. “Thank you for holding her, Mr. Eric. She doesn’t usually let anyone else near her when she wakes.”I nodded as I carefully transferred the warm little baby back into her arms. Rose shifted once, a faint sigh escaping her lips, before settling again. Her small fingers were curled loosely around my shirt, and for some reason, when Martha pried them free, I felt an odd, faint tug in my chest.“She’s a peaceful sleeper,” I murmured, stepping back.Martha smiled faintly. “When she’s not throwing tantrums, yes. But she’s been my greatest joy these last two years.”Sarah, who’d been sitting quietly beside me, glanced between us with a small, wistful expression. “She’s beautiful, Martha. I didn’t even want to blink when you walked out

Bella's POVWe spent most of the hours fixing up Isaac's or Miles's room that when it got dark, I was surprised. I was setting aside a tiny plush elephant when the doorbell rang.Cole’s voice called from downstairs. “I’ll get it!”A few minutes later, I heard the low murmur of a man speaking and the faint rustle of paper being signed. I didn’t think much of it at first because we were constantly getting deliveries. Deliveries of new baby items, gifts from friends, or endless packages of soft baby clothes, Cole ordered every time he saw something he claimed was too cute to resist.But when he returned, there was something curious in his hands.“Bells,” he said, stepping into the nursery doorway, holding a medium-sized box wrapped in plain brown paper. “This came for you.”I turned to him, brushing my hair back from my face. “For me?”“Yeah. It’s addressed to you, but there’s no sender. Just your name and the address.” He walked closer, turning the box over in his hands. “Looks harmless

Eric’s POVIt was the last day of our one-week break, and Sarah seemed better now. The reason that pulled us here, which was her family, had finally been settled.I sat on the porch with her, enjoying the late afternoon sun as it cast golden lights across the small front garden. We’d been talking about everything. About how she used to sneak out of her parents’ house to climb the apple tree behind their barn, about how she once got caught stealing strawberries from her aunt’s garden.She laughed, the kind that made her nose wrinkle. “You’re judging me.”I grinned. “A little. But I have to admit, that’s a very daring eight-year-old move.”“Eight? I was fifteen.”I nearly choked. “You were fifteen and stealing strawberries?”“They were imported! And I was hungry.”I shook my head, chuckling. “You could’ve bought some, you know.”She lifted a finger, mock-serious. “But where’s the thrill in that?”We sat like that for a while. The smell of baked bread from the neighbor’s house carried fa