All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Billionaire Ex-Husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

NORA'S POVI woke to the rhythmic beeping of monitors, the sterile smell of antiseptics making me wrinkle my nose. The world felt muted and hazy, pain radiating from my abdomen, and as I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the blinding whiteness of the hospital room. Panic set in, clawing at my chest. My baby. I tried to sit up, but the ache in my body forced me back down. A nurse appeared beside me, her gentle hands checking my vitals. Her voice was calm, soothing, but I could hear the edge of worry in her tone. “You’re awake,” she said, her eyes kind but professional. “How are you feeling?” I swallowed, m

SAM'S POVMy feet felt like lead weights as I trudged through the front door, exhaustion seeping into every fiber of my being. The meeting with Luca Moretti had been nothing short of grueling—a tense game of chess, each word a move carefully calculated to maintain some semblance of control over a situation spiraling out of hand. All I wanted now was to collapse into bed, maybe find solace in the warmth of the woman I loved. Our home—no, my home—was dimly lit, golden light from the hallway sconces casting shadows on the walls. I set my keys down on the table, the faint clink echoing through the silence. A pang

NORA'S POVI stumbled out of the building, Isabella's words pounding in my head like a relentless drumbeat. “Sam doesn’t want to see you. Go back to Paris and leave him alone.” My breath came in ragged gasps, and I tried to steady myself, clutching at the railing outside the lobby as the world spun around me.My heart pounded in my chest, each beat feeling like a physical blow. Had Sam really said that? Was everything we’d fought to rebuild already crumbling apart? My vision blurred, and I felt the familiar tightening in my chest. Panic clawed at my throat, making it impossible to breathe.“Calm down,” I whispered to myself, but my voice cracked, and I sank to the cold stone steps, pressing a hand to my chest as if that could keep my heart from shattering. The city moved around me, indifferent to my pain, but I felt utterly still—frozen.Eventually, I forced myself to stand and began to walk, no destination in mind, just needing to move, to escape the suffocating dread. I wandered aim

NORA'S POV The cab ride from Charles de Gaulle Airport to my apartment felt longer than the entire flight from New York. Paris loomed heavy around me, the city of love and dreams now shrouded in shadows of worry and dread. The last time I’d been here, it had felt like a refuge, a new start. Now, it felt like a prison I was walking back into, chains and all. I unlocked the door to my apartment, exhaustion weighing on me like a physical force. My mind was so clouded with everything that had happened—the whirlwind of leaving Sam, the chaos of Milo’s threats—that I didn’t immediately register the woman sitting in the middle of my living room. 

NORA'S POV I moved to open the door, but my mother’s hand shot out, stopping me. Her eyes had gone cold again, wary. “Who is it?” she whispered. I shook my head, my nerves frayed. “I don’t know,” I said, my voice trembling. Slowly, I twisted the doorknob and pulled the door open. My heart stopped. Daniel stood in the doorway, his hair disheveled, his eyes wide with relief and something else—something I couldn’t quite place. He looked out of breath, as if he’d run all the w