Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is a Brilliant Lawyer: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

*Bella's POV*The hospital corridors stretched endlessly ahead of me, their polished floors reflecting the cold white lights overhead until everything blurred into one long, sterile passage. The smell of disinfectant lingered in the air, sharp enough to sting the back of my throat. Somewhere in the distance, a trolley rattled across the floor, followed by the muffled voices of nurses changing shifts. The hospital was alive with movement, yet it carried a strange stillness, as though every person inside those walls was quietly waiting for news that could change a life forever.My footsteps echoed around me.Each one sounded louder than it should have, matching the uneven rhythm of my heartbeat.I wrapped my arms around myself without realizing it, trying to contain the unease spreading through my chest. My mother's smile lingered in my mind, but so did the confusion that had crossed her face only moments before. She had asked me about the children twice within the space of a few mi

*Alex's POV* By the time the third message from Evelyn's solicitor appeared on my phone, I had stopped pretending I wasn't counting them. The first had come before breakfast, reminding me that their revised settlement proposal expired at noon. The second arrived less than an hour later, warning that unless I responded, Evelyn's legal team would proceed with an application that could freeze several company accounts while ownership disputes were reviewed. The third contained nothing except a request that sounded polite enough until I read it twice. We strongly recommend that Mr. Banks reconsider his position before further damage becomes unavoidable. I stared at the screen until the words blurred. Damage. As though there hadn't already been enough. My laptop sat open across the desk, surrounded by documents I had read so many times that entire paragraphs had become familiar. Mr. Harding stood near the window, phone pressed against his ear while he spoke quietly with someone

*Bella's POV*I pressed it down."This does not become dinners that aren't about strategy. It doesn't become late-night calls because you're lonely. It doesn't become reminiscing about who we used to be.""It won't.""You don't get to use access to me as a way back into my personal life.""I understand.""Do you?"His gaze softened. "Yes."The softness made me angrier than resistance would have."You can't possibly know what this costs me."His jaw tightened."No," he said after a moment. "I probably don't."The honesty silenced me."I know what I did," he continued. "I know I don't have the right to ask you for anything beyond this case. If you help me, I'll treat it as exactly that."I searched his face. "And when it's over?""I leave you alone if that's what you want."A strange pressure gathered behind my breastbone.I hated the relief in his answer.I hated the ache that came with it even more.My mother shifted against the pillows. "Bella."I turned.She reached for my hand.Her

*Bella's POV*My fingers tightened around the edge of the legal pad.“I’m not.”“If it gets too personal, you can step away.”“I know.”“Do you?”I stared at Alex’s name.“I took the case because I made a decision. I’ll handle it like any other case.”Chloe was quiet for a moment. “Then I’ll be there tomorrow.”“Thank you.”“You can thank me by actually sleeping tonight.”“I’ll consider it.”“That means no.”“Goodnight, Chloe.”“Goodnight, boss.”I ended the call before she could lecture me again.For several seconds, I sat staring at my phone.One conversation down, the next one somehow felt harder.Clara had wanted this. She would be so excited.She had encouraged me to help Alex almost from the beginning, insisting that taking the case didn’t mean forgiving him or inviting him back into my life.She was going to be unbearable when she found out.I called anyway.She picked up on the first ring.“Bella?”“I swear you answer faster than emergency services.”“I have four children in t

*Alex's POV* I watched Bella close the file in front of her with a quiet finality that made the room seem to shift around us. She stood, smoothed both hands down the front of her blazer, then reached for the leather folder she had been using throughout the meeting. Every movement was controlled, economical, professional. She had spent the last hour taking apart the history of my marriage without once allowing her voice to betray what any of it cost her. Then she looked at me. “Shall we?” For a few seconds, I forgot to answer. Maybe it was because the question sounded too ordinary for what it meant. We were about to walk into Evelyn’s home together, not as former lovers, not as two people dragging five years of unfinished history behind them, but as client and counsel. Bella had made that distinction brutally clear from the beginning. Still, seeing her standing there in my office, composed and ready to step directly into the wreckage of the marriage I had chosen over her, stir