His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 639 Who was she?

Bella hesitated. Every instinct told her to be careful. But something in Alexa’s face made her nod.

Alexa lifted the baby carefully from the stroller, cradling him against her chest. He was small, so small, wrapped in a pale blue blanket. His face was round and soft, his eyes closed, his tiny mouth pursed.

"His name is Adrian," Alexa said softly.

Bella’s heart softened despite herself. "That’s a beautiful name."

Adrian stirred at the sound of her voice. His eyes opened slowly, blue, so blue, the same shade as Archer’s. He blinked up at Bella, unfocused, curious, and her chest ached.

"Can I hold him?" The question came out before she could stop it.

Alexa looked surprised, then something flickered in her eyes, hope, maybe. "Of course."

She handed the baby to Bella carefully, showing her how to support his head, how to hold him close. Adrian settled against Bella’s chest, his tiny body warm, his breathing light and fast. Bella looked down at him, at his perfect little nose, his tiny fingers, the way his mouth moved like he was dreaming of milk.

He was so cute. So small. So innocent.

Bella smiled down at him, bouncing him gently. "He’s beautiful," she said. "You’re so lucky."

"I am," Alexa said softly. "I really am."

Bella glanced up to hand the baby back and stopped.

Alexa had leaned forward slightly, reaching to take Adrian. The movement pulled the collar of her dress away from her neck. And there, on her collarbone, was a mole.

A dark, distinct mole.

Bella’s breath caught.

She stared at it. She’d seen Alexa in dozens of outfits over the years, dresses that dipped low, tops that left her shoulders bare, and there was no mole before. She also knew Alexa’s skin. She remembered it clearly, and this Alexa’s skin tone undertone also looked bit warmer while she clearly remembered Alexa had cool skin tone.

And this mole was new.

Or, Bella’s heart started pounding, this wasn’t Alexa at all.

She kept her face neutral, forced a smile. "Here," she said, handing Adrian back. "He’s getting sleepy."

Alexa took the baby, cradling him close. "He always sleeps after walks. The movement calms him." She tucked him back into the stroller, her movements practiced, motherly.

Bella watched her. The soft voice. The bare face. The changed mannerisms. The mole that shouldn’t be there.

"What’s wrong?" Alexa asked, noticing Bella’s stare.

Bella blinked, smiling. "Nothing. Just thinking. You seem different. Happier."

Alexa’s face softened. "I am. Having Adrian changed everything. I see the world differently now."

Bella nodded slowly. "That’s good. I’m happy for you."

She glanced at her phone. "I should go. Leo’s waiting."

"Of course." Alexa tucked Adrian’s blanket around him, her hands gentle. "Thank you, Isabella. For listening. For giving me a chance."

Bella smiled. "Take care of yourself, Alexa."

And she noted when she said Leo’s name, she looked normal, not like old Alexa who looked jealous and angry.

Bella turned and walked away, her bodyguards falling into step behind her. She kept her pace normal, her breathing even, her face relaxed.

But her mind was racing.

That mole. Alexa never had a mole there. Never. Bella was certain. She’d seen Alexa in dresses that showed that exact spot. Smooth. Empty. Nothing.

This woman had a mole. A woman who looked like Alexa, sounded like Alexa, but wasn’t quite Alexa.

Her voice was different. Softer. Not the sharp, overconfident tone Bella remembered. Her eyes were different too, the old Alexa had a hardness in them, even when she smiled. This woman’s eyes were soft. Vulnerable. Almost innocent.

And she had apologized. Alexa had never apologized for anything in her life.

Bella pulled out her phone as she walked, her fingers moving quickly.

Leo. I saw Alexa today. Something’s wrong. I think it wasn’t her.

She stared at the message for a moment, then added:

She had a mole. On her collarbone. Alexa never had a mole there. I checked.

She sent it before she could second-guess herself.

Her bodyguards glanced at her, sensing her tension. She forced herself to breathe, to walk normally, to smile at the shopkeepers she passed.

But inside, she was running through everything she’d seen. Every detail. Every inconsistency.

The mole. The soft voice. The bare face. The apology. The way she’d looked at her, open, vulnerable, almost desperate for approval.

If that wasn’t Alexa, then who was she?

And why was she carrying Archer’s baby?

Bella stepped out of the mall into the cool afternoon air, her driver already pulling up. She slid into the back seat, her phone tight in her hand, waiting for Leo’s response.

Her mind kept returning to the baby. Adrian. His blue eyes, Archer’s eyes. His tiny hands, his peaceful face.

If that woman wasn’t Alexa, did Archer know?

She looked down at her phone. Still no reply. She leaned back, her heart still pounding.

The car pulled away from the curb, and Bella watched the mall disappear behind her, the woman’s face still fresh in her mind.

She had to find out who she really was.

When Leo received Bella’s message, his phone buzzed on the desk. He picked it up, read it once, and he didn’t look surprised reading her message.

He typed back quickly, his thumb moving with cold precision.

Leo: Don’t think too much. Come home.

He set the phone down, but his hand didn’t leave it. His fingers rested on the screen.

His gray eyes darkened, the color deepening like storm clouds gathering before heavy rain. The afternoon light from the window seemed to dim around him, shadows pooling in the corners of his face. His jaw tightened. His lips pressed into a thin line.

Then a smile curved his mouth.

Not a warm smile. Not a kind smile. A cold, cruel smirk that barely moved his lips.

"Sometimes," he murmured to himself, his voice low, barely audible, "some people never change. No matter how many chances you give them. No matter how much you hope." His fingers tightened on the phone. "That’s why..."

His voice dropped to a whisper, the words swallowed by the room. His eyes were almost black now, the gray swallowed by something colder.

The door burst open.

Jay hurried inside, papers clutched in his hands, his face flushed with urgency. He didn’t notice Leo’s expression, or if he did, he chose to ignore it.

"Bro! I found something!" Jay crossed the room in three long strides, spreading papers across Leo’s desk. "A clue. About the attack on Hazel and Dom. The shooter—the one Hazel took down—I traced him."