All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S DIVORCED WIFE IS A COP: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The pain was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It felt as though my entire body was being torn apart, and no number of breathing techniques could reduce the pain that surged through me. I gripped the bed rails tightly."You're doing great, Racheal. Just a little more." Dr. Fred Clark's voice was steady, a beacon in the whirlwind of pain and fear. His calm and familiar presence was the only thing grounding me in that moment. He is my ex-boyfriend’s brother.With one final, excruciating push, I felt a release and heard the most beautiful sound in the world—a baby's first cry. Tears dripped down my face as they placed my baby girl on my chest. Her tiny body, warm and wriggling, was a miracle. I looked down at her, marveling at her perfect little fingers and the soft fuzz of hair on her head.But there was no time to linger in this moment of happiness. Another wave of pain hit, and I knew my son was coming. I already knew it would be a son because I had been pregnant with twins—a bo

"What's going on here?" she asked in perfect Italian, her tone brooking no argument.The officer snapped to attention. "Racheal, this man is demanding to see a prisoner, Abigail Johnson."The woman turned to me, and I felt the ground shift beneath my feet. It was none other than Racheal Williams. My ex-wife. I hadn’t seen her in years, not since the divorce. My mouth and eyes couldn’t help but open widely. She was looking more powerful and confident than I ever remembered."Benjamin?" Her eyes widened slightly in surprise. I could also see hate in her eyes. I recognized those brown eyes from our whole divorce procedure. "Racheal?" I stammered. "What are you doing here?"She straightened. "I'm the liaison for the Rome city police."I was stunned. The Racheal I remembered was quiet, almost mousy, always in the background. This Racheal was a force to be reckoned with.Racheal’s POVSeeing Benjamin, memories of our bitter past flooded my mind. I never thought I would ever see the man who

I will need to find Racheal’s house address and locate her; I need to see my daughter; I will have to make amends and be a part of my daughter’s life; even though the divorce papers have it that I will take full custody of our children, I can’t possibly take my daughter away from Racheal now; and besides, my daughter probably doesn’t have any idea that I exist.I quickly took out my laptop from my bag and started doing my investigation online, looking for Racheal’s house address. She now works for the Rome City Police Department, so it’s not going to be hard to find her address. After an extensive search, I finally found her house address.***I stood outside the modest house, my heart pounding in my chest. This is the address I found online. The thought of seeing my daughter—the daughter I never knew existed—filled me with a mix of anxiety and resolve. My palms were sweaty despite the cold weather. I had to do this. I had to meet her.Taking a deep breath, I approached the front door