All Chapters of Falling For My Basketball Alpha!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Hailey's POVIt’s been weeks since graduation, and the house has grown quieter with Mara and Jenny returning to their hometowns. The once vibrant buzz of their laughter and endless conversations has faded, leaving me alone with my thoughts—and Paxton’s mother, who returned just days ago.She didn’t wait long to unleash her wrath. Her voice echoed through the grand hallways as she berated her son."Marrying her was the biggest mistake of your life! She’s going to ruin you, Paxton! Mark my words, she’ll destroy everything you’ve worked for!"I stood in the shadows, her words piercing me like daggers. She didn’t care that I could hear every syllable. To her, I was invisible—a nuisance she planned to eradicate.Her tone softened, but only slightly, as she turned to her son with a smug expression. "Paxton, in a few days, you’ll be leaving for the States. You’re going to get your Ph.D. and master’s degree. No arguments, it’s already arranged."Paxton’s jaw clenched, his defiance clear. "Mom

Hailey's POVIt had been a restless night. The moment I heard Paxton was back in London, my heart hadn’t settled. It beat erratically, sending waves of emotions I’d tried so hard to suppress over the years. What was wrong with me? After eight long years, I should have moved on.But I hadn’t.Every night, when Jenny and Emily were asleep, I would lie awake, my phone clutched tightly in my hands. I’d scroll through endless pictures of him, news articles detailing his achievements, and clips of his press interviews. I’d memorized the sharp angle of his jaw, the sparkle in his eyes, and the way his lips curved when he smiled.I was still in love with him.I’d tried to hide it, especially from Jenny, who would never let me live it down. Around her, I’d force a nonchalant attitude, laughing off her constant teases about “my superstar ex.” But in the quiet of the night, the truth loomed heavy.The hardest part wasn’t my feelings—it was the secret I carried. Our daughter, Emily.What would he

Hailey’s POV That devil Audrey has made my life a living nightmare since the day I started working as a janitor at her father’s hospital. It’s as if she takes pleasure in finding new ways to humiliate me just because her father owns this place. She’s convinced I’m beneath her, constantly assigning me the dirtiest tasks and mocking my every move. But today… today was different.There had been whispers all morning among the staff about a special guest—a superstar—coming to the hospital. At first, I thought it was just another rumor. But then I overheard Audrey gushing to one of her friends that the VIP was none other than Paxton. My heart sank. Paxton? No. It can’t be. The thought of him being here, so close, made my chest tighten. I couldn’t let him see me like this. Not as the woman scrubbing floors and hauling trash bags. And certainly not as the mother of his child—a secret I had guarded for years. I hurried down the hallway, clutching the trash bag tightly, trying to calm the

Hailey’s POV I swear, I wasn’t even expecting that. When he said it, I thought I misheard him at first. "I want you to be my personal assistant," Paxton said, his voice cool, almost casual, as if it was the simplest request in the world. But when I turned to look at Audrey, the shock on her face was unmistakable. The look of pure disappointment and embarrassment that spread across her features made me feel sick to my stomach. She looked... disgusted. Disgusted that he’d choose me over her. And it wasn’t just the shock of being chosen; it was the unspoken message that whatever she thought she had with him, it meant nothing. I couldn’t look at her face any longer without feeling like I might vomit right there in front of them.But the worst part of all of this, the part that made my chest tighten and my throat close, was the fact that I couldn't say yes. Not because I didn’t want to. God knows I still loved him. The attraction was undeniable, a force that tugged at my heart every time

**Hailey’s POV**I couldn’t help but feel a knot tighten in my stomach as I watched my friend, Jenny, drink from my wine glass. Her boldness, her determination to make me see things differently, was something I’d always admired—and yet, tonight, it felt as though she were digging into wounds I wasn’t ready to open.“Sweetie,” Jenny said, her voice soft but laced with concern. “Why are you trying to punish yourself like this? You don’t have to keep drowning your sorrows in that glass.”I looked at her, my mind foggy from the wine and from everything that had happened earlier. My heart felt like it was in a constant state of turmoil, and Jenny’s voice felt like the only thread connecting me to the present. But the truth was, I didn’t know what I was doing anymore."I can't forget him, Jenny," I murmured, almost in disbelief. The words tasted bitter, but they were real. “I can’t forget Paxton. Every time I close my eyes, I see him, I hear his name, and my heart starts beating faster.” I