All Chapters of Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

GENERAL POVIsabella came out of the car almost too quickly. She barely looked up as she hurried into the building.Today was supposed to be just another routine day, one where she could lose everything to the rhythm of her work. She just got a call that an early conference meeting would be held in five minutes, and she needed to get that over with before going about anything else. She threw her legs quickly as she made her way down the narrow corridor.However, just as she reached the turn for the main office building, something pulled her from her thoughts; a sharp masculine voice, full of disdain, cut through the quiet air.“This is a hospital facility, not some charity ward! Thompson International does not cater to the poor. If you can't afford it, then get lost!”Isabella stiffened, and her pulse quickened. Her first instinct was to ignore it. These walls were no strangers to outbursts. Maybe it was just two doctors bantering? Or perhaps just another patient. But there was so

MICHAEL'S POVOne Week LaterSince I stopped using the wheelchair, the cane in my hand had become some sort of a strange companion, an extension of myself that I wasn’t yet fully comfortable with.Each step I took was deliberate and tentative like that of a baby, my muscles trying to remember how to function again after so much time confined to one spot.The yard outside the hospital was quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the rustle of leaves in the wind.The air was fresher out here. It was cleaner here.It was in this moment of standing outside and trying to observe some quiet reflection that I noticed a feminine figure standing a few yards away from me. There was something familiar about the way she carried herself, the slight tilt of her head, the poised but unhurried movements. It wasn’t until she turned slightly, allowing the light to catch her face, that I realized that it was my new friend…Isabella.My heart leaped, and I almost I forgot my cane and jumped.Joyf

MICHAEL'S POVI kept my hands on the steering wheel as my car glided through the paved roads. Each turn brought me closer to Le Petit Amour restaurant, and it also brought me closer to the moment I have been rehearsing in my mind since yesterday.A part of me was wondering if I could still back out, find an excuse, or even convince myself that this dinner wasn’t going to end the way I’d planned.I eased on the brakes to navigate a few ruts ahead.The plan was simple, but executing it felt like it was going to be so much more difficult than expected.I couldn’t help but replay the conversation I was about to have, each version with different words but the same ending. I wanted to be as clear as possible but also kind. But how do you tell someone something so direct and blunt without causing them pain?In a few minutes, the restaurant district came into view, a round glittery building with a signpost in front.As I pulled into the lot, something I saw through the windscreen caught m

ISABELLA'S POVI climbed down from the car and slammed my car door with a force, cursing under my breath as I stormed towards my apartment gate.The anger boiling inside me was barely contained, each step a testament to the frustration I have been trying to manage since we left the restaurant up to the incessant calls at the club.The last thing I needed now was James showing up at my new place unannounced. “What the hell are you doing here? Who gave you the address to my apartment?” I snarled, advancing slowly like someone addressing a snake.James shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze fixed on me. “Does it really matter how I found you? The important thing is that I did. We share a bond, Isabella, and we need to address it as soon as possible. We need to talk of my child inside you.”At that point, Michael, who had followed me out of the car, had stepped a little closer, standing just a few spaces away from us, keeping a wary distance. My face flushed at once in embarrassment. I cou

ISABELLA'S POV I stepped on the brakes gently, bringing my Mercedes to an abrupt halt at the hospital’s parking lot. It was morning, and I had just arrived at work. I sat on the driver’s seat for a little longer, taking a deep breath, to steady myself for the day ahead. After that, I stepped out. As I began to make my way into the building, The first sight I caught was that of a nurse in a teal; her eyes brightened when she saw me. "Good morning, Dr. Harrington," she said, greeted with a slight bow. "Good morning," I replied, nodding warmly as I continued forward. A few more steps inside, an orderly in navy scrubs, was pushing a cart of supplies. "Dr. Harrington, always a pleasure to see you!" He waved happily. "Likewise," I waved back, offering a quick smile before moving on. The pattern of greetings continued with each step, nurses, patients, and members of staff, all of them offering smiles and nods. They were all constant reminders of the impact of my presence in