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Chapter 20
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2026-08-24 14:12:18
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Divorced by the billionaire, pregnant with his twins Chapter 117
**Mara's POV**Judge Holloway took off her steel-rimmed glasses and set them down on the desk with a small, deliberate click.She folded her hands and looked from Damon to me with the steady patience of someone who had seen every kind of broken family."Under the law of this court," she said, her voice carrying cleanly across the room, "custody is not decided by family names, or how much money a parent has. The court looks at what is best for the children."She let the silence hold for a moment."These boys are four years old. They are not heirs to be divided among estates. They are young children who have known one caregiver and one home since the day they were born. The record is clear. Ms. Bennett has raised them, paid for their medical care, and looked after them every day, with no help from their father."Across the table, Damon sat rigid. A muscle jumped in his jaw, but he said nothing."Therefore," Holloway went on, "the court denies the motion for shared physical custody. Prim
Divorced by the billionaire, pregnant with his twins Chapter 116
**Mara's POV**The car park under the court annex was cold and nearly empty, and our tires slapped against damp concrete as we rolled into the reserved bay.There were no cameras and no crowds. The hearing had been moved to private chambers on a sealed docket, and the only sound was the hum of the exhaust fans.Through the tinted window, I saw Damon's black Maybach already parked by the elevators, its engine ticking as it cooled.He stood beside it, alone. His coat hung loose over his shoulders, his tie sat a little crooked, and dark stubble shadowed the hollows of his face. His lawyer waited twenty paces back by the doors, keeping his distance.My car pulled into the next space.Before anyone could reach for a handle, Damon was already moving, fast and heavy-footed, his eyes fixed on my door. He got to it before the driver did and pulled it open.Cold air rushed in, smelling of damp wool and cedar, with the faint antiseptic tang of the hospital still clinging to his clothes. He gripp
Divorced by the billionaire, pregnant with his twins Chapter 115
**Mara's POV**The morning came without sun, wrapped in a pale mist that clung to the pines outside the kitchen windows.By seven o'clock, the house was alive with running bathwater and small splashing hands upstairs. The nanny's gentle scolding drifted down the stairwell, something about Adriel turning the soap dish into a battleship while Liam calmly shampooed his toy dinosaur.The kitchen was warm and smelled of toast, scrambled eggs, and fresh coffee.Ethan leaned against the center island with a mug in his hands. He had stayed the night in the guest room after the long, quiet evening by the fire, and his driver had brought a small bag before dawn. The suit from yesterday was gone. He wore clean dark jeans and a plain gray polo with the sleeves pushed up over his forearms, and he looked steady and at home in a kitchen that had known nothing but worry for days."Toast in thirty seconds," he said, glancing over with a small smile as I tied my hair back. "The nanny says if they stay
Divorced by the billionaire, pregnant with his twins Chapter 114
**Damon's POV**By midnight, the hospital had gone quiet enough that I could hear my own pulse.The clock on the corridor wall read **12:14 AM.** The ventilation hummed overhead, so low and steady that after a while it stopped sounding like a sound at all and became something pressing against the inside of my skull. A cart rattled somewhere far down the hall, then went still.Through the glass partition, Chloe lay small and motionless under a pastel blanket, the monitor above her ticking along. She looked so young. Vanessa had finally fallen asleep in the recliner beside the bed, her face gray and drained, one hand still resting on the rail as if she were afraid to let go. Eleanor had gone home with the driver an hour ago, after one last look at both of them and not a word to me.I leaned the back of my head against the cold wall and closed my eyes.My head throbbed. That glimpse of my phone in the basement, *The DNA about...*, still itched like something I couldn't scratch. I had tur
Divorced by the billionaire, pregnant with his twins Chapter 113
**Damon's POV**The basement corridor of the hospital was freezing.I pushed through the heavy metal fire door at Sub-Level 2, my damp soles squeaking on the concrete. The power plant streaming fervently. I had left Bay Three once Chloe's numbers leveled out. She was asleep, her small face peaceful under the oxygen tube, the monitor ticking along steadily. When I asked the doctor where Vanessa had gone, a nurse pointed toward the service stairwell.I found her twenty yards down the narrow passage, sitting on the bare floor between the air ducts and the laundry chutes.Her knees were pulled up against her chest and her forehead pressed against the cinderblock. Her red silk blouse was creased and dusty. The gauze taped inside her elbow was dark where they had drawn her blood to keep our daughter alive.She was sobbing.It wasn't the delicate crying she used to soften an argument. It was ragged and broken, the sound of someone who had reached the edge and felt the ground go.I stood the
Divorced by the billionaire, pregnant with his twins Chapter 112
**Mara's POV**The scorching sun had gone and it was past 5pm in the evening. Upstairs, the silence was almost strange.For hours, the halls had rung with the thunder of small feet, high-pitched laughter, and plastic dump trucks slamming into the baseboards. Liam and Adriel had burned through every bit of energy they had, turning Ethan into an obstacle course until their eyelids drooped over bowls of warm potato soup.The nanny had carried Liam up to bed while Ethan carried Adriel on his shoulders and tucked him under the star-patterned duvet. By the time I pulled the quilts up to their shoulders and smoothed the damp curls from their foreheads, neither boy stirred. Adriel lay on his stomach with his lips slightly parted. Liam had a small, possessive grip on his wooden train engine, his breathing slow and deep.I stood in the nursery doorway for several minutes with my hand flat against the painted frame.In this house, with the nightlights and the sound of their breathing, the outsi
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