All Chapters of After Divorce; My Billionaire Ex-Husband wants me Back: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Hailey’s POVThe knock came again.Slow.Measured.Deliberate.Dylan didn’t move toward the door.He moved toward me.His body came between me and the sound instinctively, one arm sliding around my waist, pulling me slightly behind him. The gesture wasn’t dramatic. It was primal. Protective.“Stay behind me,” he said quietly.“I’m not hiding,” I replied, though my pulse was wild in my throat.His hand tightened at my hip, firm enough to remind me he meant it.“Not hiding,” he corrected. “Strategizing.”Another knock.Then the voice again.“Mrs. Moore. We know you’re watching.”The security screens were dead. The lights were out. Only the faint glow of the city through the windows painted the room in shadows.Dylan’s jaw was set, but I felt the tension in his body. He wasn’t afraid.He was calculating.“I’m not answering that,” he said.“Good,” I whispered.But before the silence could settle—A phone rang.Not his.Not mine.From inside the apartment.The sound echoed from the kitchen

Hailey’s POVThe button clicked.Nothing happened.No explosion. No fireball tearing through glass. No shattering earth beneath our feet.Just silence.The kind that makes your lungs forget how to work.Dylan didn’t hesitate. He moved.His arm wrapped around my waist so fast it stole my breath, dragging me down with him behind the marble island as he shielded my body with his. His chest covered mine, solid and unyielding, his weight pressing me into the floor.I felt his heartbeat hammering against my ribs.“Stay down,” he ordered.I wasn’t thinking about the van.I was thinking about how tightly he held me. How instinctively he chose my body over his own.Seconds passed.Still nothing.The security feed flickered.Lexa was laughing.“Oh, Hailey,” her voice echoed faintly through the speakers. “You always expect fireworks.”Dylan’s jaw clenched.The van doors behind her opened.Not explosives.Cameras.Media crews.My stomach dropped.“They’re streaming,” I whispered.Lexa turned slow

Hailey’s POVThe knock came again.Three precise hits.Controlled. Authoritative.Dylan’s hands were still on my waist. I could feel the tension in his grip, the coiled readiness in his body. He wasn’t afraid.He was calculating.“Stay behind me,” he said quietly.I didn’t argue.Not because I was weak.Because I knew that tone.He walked toward the door, every movement deliberate. I followed anyway, close enough to feel the heat of him, close enough that my fingers brushed the back of his shirt.The door opened.Two men stood there.Not media. Not Lexa’s chaos.Government.Dark suits. Federal insignia.“Mr. and Mrs. Moore,” the older one said. “We need to discuss a discrepancy in genetic filings.”My stomach dropped.Dylan didn’t blink.“You’ll need a warrant,” he replied smoothly.The man held up a tablet.“We have one.”Silence.The younger agent looked at me directly.“Ma’am, a routine audit flagged conflicting DNA submissions connected to your children’s birth certificates.”Rout

Hailey’s POVThe footage looped.Again.And again.The nurse walking down the hallway.Two bassinets.A pause.A glance over her shoulder.And then the switch.My breath came out in fragments.“That’s not real,” I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction.Dylan didn’t answer.He replayed it.Slowed it down.The timestamp was clear. The hospital logo visible. No distortion. No editing glitches.And there, behind the nursery glass—Lexa.Watching.Smiling.My stomach twisted violently.“She was there,” I said hoarsely. “She wasn’t supposed to be there.”Dylan’s jaw tightened so hard I thought it might crack.“She bribed someone,” he said quietly. “Or blackmailed.”The calm in his voice was more terrifying than rage.My knees weakened. He caught me before I could fall, his hands sliding around my waist instinctively, pulling me against him.But this time, the contact wasn’t just protective.It was grounding.Desperate.“They switched our babies,” I said, the words finally landing fully

Hailey’s POVThe explosion did not sound like it came from far away.It came from inside the building.The floor trembled beneath us. Glass rattled. Somewhere below, alarms began screaming all at once, a chaotic chorus that sent pure adrenaline surging through my veins.My daughter buried her face into my shoulder, frightened by the noise. I held her tighter, instinct taking over before fear could paralyze me.“It’s okay,” I whispered, even though nothing was okay. “I’ve got you.”Dylan was already moving, issuing rapid instructions into his phone, his voice sharp, controlled, but I could hear the tension threading through every word.“Lock down all exits. No one leaves. No one enters.”Victor, however, did not move.He stood there like he had expected this.“You knew this would happen,” Dylan said, turning toward him.Victor’s gaze shifted slowly. “I warned you. They’re faster than we anticipated.”My heart hammered. “Who is they?”Victor didn’t answer immediately. That silence was w