All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Secret Baby: With His Ex-Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Lewis had built his empire on reading between lines.But for the first time in years, he was choosing to believe what was directly in front of him.A fertility clinic.Not a prenatal specialist.Not an obstetrician.A fertility clinic.The conclusion settled heavily in his chest not relief, not quite sorrow, but something closer to regret sharpened by guilt.Elizabeth wanted a child.And she thought she couldn’t have one.That explained the guarded posture. The distance. The almost invisible flinch when he stepped too close.She wasn’t protecting a secret from him.She was protecting herself from disappointment.Lewis stood at the edge of his penthouse balcony, the wind tugging at his shirt as the city moved indifferently below.Five years ago, they had talked about children.Not seriously. Not in plans written down or nursery colors debated over dinner. But in soft conversations late at night, when Elizabeth would curl against him and trace patterns on his chest.“Someday,” she had w

Elizabeth did not sleep that night.Not because she was afraid.Not because she regretted telling him.But because Lewis Anderson, once informed, did not remain still.And she knew without needing proof that he would already be planning.She sat at her kitchen table long after midnight, the lights dimmed, fingers wrapped around a glass of water gone warm.Four months.She had carried this alone for four months.And now he knew.The apartment felt different somehow. Smaller. More fragile. As if the walls themselves understood that something irreversible had shifted.A soft knock at her door startled her.Her heart leapt into her throat.She checked the clock.1:12 a.m.Lewis.Of course.She walked to the door slowly but didn’t open it.“You don’t sleep, do you?” she asked through the wood.“I do,” he replied calmly. “When necessary.”“And this isn’t necessary.”A pause.“Elizabeth.”The way he said her name had changed. It carried weight now. Ownership but not dominance. Something clos

Elizabeth had just finished her morning tea when Claire stepped into the living room, posture subtly alert.“There’s a vehicle entering the driveway,” Claire said quietly.Elizabeth’s pulse skipped.“Media?”Claire shook her head slightly.“No. It’s… private.”Before Elizabeth could ask further, she saw it.A long black sedan.Polished. Elegant. Unmistakable.Anderson crest on the front grille.Her stomach dropped.“She wouldn’t,” Elizabeth whispered.Claire’s expression told her otherwise.The car door opened.Margaret Anderson stepped out as if arriving at a charity gala instead of her former daughter-in-law’s apartment.Perfectly dressed.Perfectly composed.Perfectly lethal.Elizabeth’s spine straightened instinctively.She had faced Margaret before.But never like this.Not when she had something to protect.The doorbell rang.Once.Not twice.Margaret never repeated herself.Claire looked to Elizabeth.“Do you want me to refuse entry?”Elizabeth hesitated.If she refused, it wou