All Chapters of Ex Wife to The Billionaire, Mother to His Twins Heir: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The international filming took James and his crew to six continents over four months. They documented the foundation's global reach in ways I'd never fully comprehended."You need to see this footage," Hope said one afternoon, setting up her laptop. "James sent the rough cuts from Guatemala."On screen, the Guatemala clinic appeared – massive, modern, humming with activity. Doctors, nurses, social workers, all working together to help families in crisis."When did we build that?" I asked, amazed."Twenty years ago, Mom. You were there for the opening.""Was I?"The camera showed Elena, Marcus's wife, now in her sixties, directing medical staff in Spanish. She looked tired but fulfilled."Elena Martinez speaking," she said to the camera in English. "This clinic sees 500 families per month. We provide medical care, psychological support, legal assistance, all free. Ava made this possible."The footage cut to Carlos, her brother, showing the school for gifted children built into the hill

Six months after the documentary premiered, I stopped recognizing my own apartment."Where am I?" I asked Hope one morning, looking around the unfamiliar room with growing panic."You're home, Mom. In your apartment. You've lived here for eight years.""I don't remember this place.""That's okay. Let me show you around. See? Here's your favorite chair. And there's the window where you watch the sunrise every morning."But it all felt foreign. Like someone else's life I was visiting."Hope," I said, gripping her hand. "I'm scared.""I know, Mom.""I can't remember things. Important things. Yesterday is gone. Last week never happened.""Your memories aren't gone. They're just harder to access right now.""No." I shook my head firmly. "They're gone. I can feel them slipping away like water through my fingers."Dr. Chen confirmed it during my appointment that afternoon. The Alzheimer's was progressing faster than predicted."We're seeing significant deterioration in the hippocampus," she

I lived in a world without time now. No yesterday. No tomorrow. Just this eternal, confusing present.A woman came every morning, smiling at me like I should recognize her."Good morning, Mom.""Are you my mother?" I'd ask."I'm your daughter. You're my mother.""Oh. That's backwards."She'd laugh, sometimes through tears. "Yes, it's backwards now. But that's okay."Sometimes there were more people. Sometimes I was alone. I couldn't tell if minutes or years passed between visits.One day – or maybe it was a hundred days – the woman brought a little girl with her. The child stared at me with solemn eyes."This is Aurora," the woman said. "Your great-granddaughter.""Hello, Aurora.""Why doesn't Great-Grandma Ava know me anymore?" the child asked."Because her brain is sick. It can't hold memories anymore.""Is it sad?""Very sad. But we love her anyway.""Can I talk to her?""Of course, sweetheart."The little girl climbed onto my lap, bold and unafraid."Hi, Great-Grandma. I'm Aurora.

Six months after Aurora received Lily's letter, the Bridge Club held its first official meeting at her elementary school in Manhattan.Twelve children showed up – six with documented psychic abilities, six without any special gifts. Aurora had insisted on equal representation."Welcome to the Bridge Club," Aurora said, standing on a small platform in the school library. At eight years old, she barely reached the microphone, but her voice was confident."We're here because Great-Great-Grandma Lily wrote me a letter saying I'm supposed to change everything. But I can't change everything alone. None of us can."She gestured to the children around her. "Some of you can see the future or read minds or move things without touching them. Some of you can't do any of that. But we all have something to give.""What do I have to give?" asked Tommy Rodriguez, a non-gifted third-grader. "I'm just regular.""You're not just regular," Baby Lily said, there to help facilitate the first meeting. "You'

After Aurora's UN address, Hope received a call that changed everything."Ms. Rossi? This is Dr. Patricia Williams from the Nobel Committee."Hope nearly dropped her phone. "The Nobel Committee?""Yes. We're calling to inform you that the Lily Rossi Foundation has been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize.""What? That's... I don't understand.""Your family's work—spanning three generations, helping over 600,000 families, and now inspiring the UN's Bridge Principles—represents exactly what the Peace Prize was created to recognize. Sustained, impactful work toward human dignity and cooperation."After the call, Hope drove immediately to Ava's care facility. Her mother sat in her usual chair by the window, staring at nothing."Mom," Hope said, taking her unresponsive hand. "We've been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize. The foundation. Your life's work. They're recognizing what you and Lily built."No response. Ava's eyes remained unfocused."Baby Lily says you're still waiting for some