All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Baby After Divorce: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Erc's POVNight had long since settled by the time I finally got Rose to sleep. It had taken longer than usual as she was restless, fighting her own tiredness the way toddlers often did, her small fingers clutching at my shirt.“Err-ick, stay,” she had whispered, half-asleep, her curls brushing my chin.“I’m right here, angel,” I’d murmured, rubbing her back in gentle circles.Her breath had eventually evened out, her tiny fist loosening, her body sinking into the comfort of my arms. I held her for a long minute before laying her gently onto the bed, pulling her blanket that she had grown to love up to her shoulders.I sat at the edge of her bed for a few minutes, watching her chest rise and fall.My thoughts, as always, drifted to Bella. They always did. It had been two years since our marriage fell apart. Two years since I let her walk away, broken by my own cowardice, my mother’s suffocating presence, and the poisonous assumptions she’d been fed.Two years since I watched the best

Bella's POVThe first thing I heard was the cry. I had forgotten how to breathe for a moment as I lay back against the hospital bed, drenched in sweat, tears streaming down my face, while I felt relieved. My body trembled uncontrollably, every one of my muscles still aching from the last push, my vision swimming.But that cry—God, that cry made everything worth it.“He’s here,” one of the nurses said softly. “You did so well, Mrs. Warren.”Another nurse held the tiny, squirming newborn up just enough for me to see him before carrying him to the station, where they cleaned him. I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but stare with shaking lips parted, my chest rising and falling as if I’d been underwater for minutes.Cole was beside me, holding my hand so tightly it might’ve bruised, but I didn’t care. His grip was the only thing keeping me tethered to the ground. He leaned down and kissed my forehead over and over again, breath uneven, voice shaking.“You did it, Bella. My love, you di

Eric's POVI didn’t even feel the weight of Rose in my arms as I stormed into the hospital, shouting for help. Everything after Bella hit the ground happened so fast that my brain was still trying to catch up. All I knew, everything I could cling to, was the image of her body lying on the road, still, unmoving, and the blood pooling under her arm.Now she was on a stretcher, being wheeled away from me.“Sir, sir. Who are you to the patient?” a nurse demanded, blocking my path before I could follow the stretcher.I swallowed hard. “I’m—” My voice cracked. “I’m Eric Damon, her ex-husband. I was there when the accident happened. My car was just parked on the side of the road... in front of a store when I heard people screaming. I rushed out and saw her.”The nurse paused. Her eyes softened, but only slightly. “We’ll need her full name.”“Bella Hayes… legally Bella Warren,” I answered. “She—uhm... she has a husband. Cole Warren. You should know him. He is the CEO of Warren Capital Holding

Cole's POVI remained with Bella in her ward for a few minutes before leaving her alone with Eric to go fill out some forms as her legally married husband. She was breathing. I kept repeating that to myself as I walked down the hallway to fill out the forms they’d shoved into my hands. I sat at the desk, but my mind wasn’t here.Then my phone vibrated. Mrs. Hanley was calling.I picked up immediately.“Sir?” she said, voice trembling a little.“Mrs. Hanley,” I breathed out, rubbing my forehead. “I need you to watch Miles.”“How long, sir?”“I don’t know.” I swallowed. “It might be late. It might be… not tonight at all.”I heard the shift in her breathing.“Is it madam?” she asked softly.“Yes,” I whispered. “She was… in an accident.”I heard her gasp quietly. “Oh God.”“Oh, don't worry, Mrs. Hanley. She’s alive,” I added quickly, choking a bit on the words. “But I need to stay here. I need you to watch him like a hawk. Don’t let him out of your sight. Don’t—” My voice cracked. I hated

Bella's POVCole doesn’t move after telling me he’s my husband. He just sits there on the mattress. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. I don’t feel anything familiar when I look at him. I don’t remember his face, his voice, or his touch. And yet he looks at me as though his entire world depends on me remembering him.He draws a long breath and forces a gentle tone.“Bella… I know this is overwhelming. I know you’re scared.” He lowers his eyes briefly. “But you’re not alone. I’m here. I’ve always been here.”I swallow tightly. I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to hurt him. But I also can’t pretend to know him when I don’t.Cole slowly reaches into his pocket. When he pulls out his phone, his hands tremble. He glances at me.“I just want to show you something,” he says softly. “Just… just look, okay? Maybe it will help trigger something.”I don’t want this. Every new detail only makes the empty spaces in my mind feel wider and deeper. But Cole is looking at me with such pleadin