All Chapters of The Billionaire Ex's Secret Baby: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Tracy's POVI woke to an empty space beside me in the bed, the sheets still warm but Noah nowhere in sight, and for one disorienting moment my heart lurched straight into panic before I heard his voice, low and controlled, drifting from the hallway.I lay still for a few seconds, listening to the careful cadence of a conversation meant to stay quiet, and then I got up anyway, because I had made him a promise the night before that I intended to keep for myself as well, no more carrying things alone, not even the frightening ones.He was standing near the window when I found him, phone still in his hand, his shoulders carrying a tension that hadn't been there when I'd fallen asleep tucked against his chest. He turned the moment he heard me, and whatever careful composure he'd been arranging for my benefit slipped for just a second before he caught it."Tell me," I said simply, before he could decide whether to soften it first.So he did. He told me about Daniel's call, about the grounds

Tracy's POVI watched the color drain slowly from Noah's face as Daniel's voice continued through the phone, and before he could even lower it from his ear, I was already reaching for my shoes. There was no need to ask where we were going.I simply moved, gathering my keys, my mind already three steps ahead of my body, and when Noah turned to look at me, some old instinct flickered across his features, that familiar impulse to shield me from whatever waited at the end of this drive, to decide for both of us that safety meant staying behind.He caught himself before the thought could fully form, and something in his expression softened instead, a quiet acknowledgment of everything we'd rebuilt these past weeks."Together," he said, and the single word settled warm in my chest even amid the fear tightening around it.We couldn't simply leave, though, not with Samuel still sleeping down the hall, blissfully unaware that his grandmother had just resurfaced at a house neither of us had kno

I stood frozen with the drawing in my hands, staring at the unfamiliar name scrawled beneath the second small figure, and felt something strange twist beneath my ribs, not only fear, though there was plenty of that too, but a sudden, aching grief for a child I had never met and didn't even know was real.Whoever this little one was, someone had loved them enough to help them draw a rainbow, enough to keep this drawing pinned carefully to a wall for who knew how long. The tenderness of it made the secrecy surrounding it feel so much crueler.Noah set the drawing gently on the small bed and turned toward the dresser against the far wall, and I followed, my heart still hammering as he eased open the top drawer. Inside, neatly folded, were real clothes, small shirts, soft pajamas, a tiny pair of shoes tucked beside them, everything sized for a child roughly Samuel's age. This wasn't a single visit, a single overnight stay hastily arranged. Someone had been raising a child here, quietly, p

Tracy POVI woke to the sound of nothing at all, which was somehow what pulled me out of sleep, the absence of Noah's weight beside me registering before I was even fully conscious. I found him a moment later framed in the doorway, perfectly still, Samuel's small shape pressed against his leg, and something in the rigid line of his shoulders sent me upright instantly, every nerve in my body snapping awake."Noah?" My voice came out rougher than I intended, and he glanced back at me, something careful and controlled settling over his expression before he answered."Just a dream," he said softly, though the look he gave me over Samuel's head told me there was more to it than that simple reassurance suggested. "Come on, buddy. Let's get you back to bed."I slipped out from under the covers and followed them down the hall, watching as Noah knelt beside Samuel's small bed and tucked the blankets carefully around him, murmuring something low and soothing I couldn't quite make out. I sat on

Tracy POVI crossed the room and looked over Noah's shoulder at the screen, and the moment I saw the timestamp glowing there, I felt the floor tilt slightly beneath me. Two days. Someone had used his father's old credential to unlock that same hidden medical network only two days ago, which meant whoever had been quietly maintaining the life of a hidden Kingston child also had access to this exact system, this exact door into records that were supposed to have been buried for good."That's not a coincidence," I said quietly, and Noah's jaw tightened in silent agreement.For a long moment, neither of us spoke, both staring at the small, damning line of text as though it might rearrange itself into something less frightening if we looked at it long enough. But it didn't change, and eventually Noah closed the laptop with a decisive click, the sound startling in the quiet office."Daniel can trace it overnight," he said, turning to me. "There's nothing more either of us can do about it ri