บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Secret Baby: With His Ex-Wife: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Lewis Anderson did not believe in coincidences.He sat in the back seat of his car as the city lights blurred past the tinted windows, one elbow braced against the armrest, fingers pressed lightly against his lips. The gala should have been forgettable another obligation, another donation, another room full of people eager to be seen near his name.Yet Elizabeth had walked back into his life as if she’d never left it.Five years.Five years of silence, lawyers, board meetings, and sleepless nights that never quite ended. Five years of convincing himself that the marriage had failed because it had to because trusting her had been a mistake.And then he saw her.Still elegant. Still restrained. Still carrying herself like someone who refused to beg for space in the world.She looked thinner. Stronger. Untouchable.That unsettled him more than he cared to admit.“Follow the black sedan,” Lewis said calmly.The driver glanced at him in the mirror. “Sir?”“The one Elizabeth got into.”Ther

Elizabeth barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes, Lewis’s voice echoed in her head.This isn’t over.By morning, her body felt heavy, her thoughts sluggish. She dressed carefully loose blouse, tailored trousers choosing comfort over style for once. As she stood in front of the mirror, she paused, studying her reflection.Nothing had changed.And yet everything had.Her phone vibrated on the counter.She didn’t need to check the name.Lewis Anderson.She let it ring.Then again.And again.Finally, a message appeared.We need to talk.Today.Elizabeth exhaled slowly and typed back with deliberate calm.We already talked.There’s nothing left to say.The response came almost instantly.That’s not how this works.She closed her eyes briefly.It is for me.Another pause. Longer this time.I’m not negotiating my child’s future over text.Her fingers tightened around the phone.Then don’t.There is no negotiation.She slipped the phone into her bag and left the apartment before doubt

Elizabeth signed nothing.Not that night. Not the next morning. She left the contract open on her laptop like a dare something to be acknowledged without being accepted. Control had once come disguised as certainty, and she refused to be trapped by it again.Her phone buzzed at nine sharp.Lewis Anderson.She let it ring twice before answering. “Good morning.”“I’ll take that as progress,” he said lightly.“You shouldn’t,” she replied. “I haven’t agreed to anything.”“I know,” Lewis said. “I’m not calling about the contract.”Her pulse steadied a notch. “Then why are you calling?”“To tell you my mother requested a meeting with my legal team this morning.”Elizabeth closed her eyes. “And?”“And I declined,” Lewis said. “On your behalf.”She paused. That wasn’t nothing.“Thank you,” she said carefully.“It won’t stop her,” he added. “But it buys us time.”Us. The word felt premature and dangerous.“I didn’t ask you to manage her,” Elizabeth said.“I know,” Lewis replied. “I’m choosing

Lewis Anderson didn’t leave Elizabeth’s apartment because he wanted to.He left because staying would have forced him to cross a line he wasn’t ready to admit existed.The elevator doors slid shut behind him with a muted chime, sealing him inside the mirrored box as it descended. His reflection stared back jaw tight, eyes dark, posture rigid with restraint. The same face that terrified boardrooms. The same expression that had ended negotiations before they began.And yet, none of it mattered when it came to Elizabeth.His phone vibrated in his hand. He ignored it.For the first time in years, Lewis felt something dangerously close to uncertainty.She had changed.Not superficially. Not in the way people changed clothes or habits. Elizabeth had always been composed, always graceful but tonight there had been something else beneath it. A stillness. A line drawn so firmly it unsettled him.She hadn’t flinched when he showed up unannounced.She hadn’t tried to explain herself.And she had

Lewis didn’t sleep.By dawn, the city outside his windows was washed in pale gray, and his phone lay face-up on the kitchen counter, silent but heavy with unfinished conversations.Elizabeth’s voice replayed in his mind.I won’t let them take this from me.She had never been a woman who spoke in half-measures. Whatever “this” was, it mattered enough for her to stand her ground against his family and against him.That alone made it dangerous.Lewis straightened his cuffs as he stepped into Anderson Global’s private medical wing. The facility existed for discretion: executive health evaluations, confidential consults, favors owed and called in quietly.He didn’t like using it.But uncertainty was a liability.“Dr. Hayes,” he said as a gray-haired woman approached. “I need your professional opinion.”She studied him over her glasses. “On?”“A hypothetical,” Lewis replied. “A woman. Mid-thirties. Under extreme stress. Significant lifestyle changes. What would cause… protective behavior?”