Semua Bab Ex Wife to The Billionaire, Mother to His Twins Heir: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The taxi pulled up to New York General Hospital, and my hands were shaking. Dominic squeezed my fingers as we rushed through the automatic doors."Room 304," he said to the nurse at the desk. "Lorenzo Moretti.""Family only," she replied without looking up."She's family," Dominic's voice was sharp. "He asked for her specifically."The elevator ride felt like forever. When the doors opened on the third floor, I could hear voices coming from down the hall. Angry voices."Why is she even coming here?" Marcus's voice cut through the air. "She's not part of this family anymore!""Because Grandfather asked for her, you idiot." That was Uncle Antonio. "When has he ever asked for someone without a reason?"Dominic's hand pressed against my back as we approached room 304. The door was half open, and I could see everyone crowded inside.The Moretti family was on one side. Grandfather Moretti lay in the hospital bed, looking smaller and frailer than I remembered. His son Mr. Giovanni stood besi

Three hours later, we were at the Harrison mansion. The same house I'd grown up in, but everything felt different now. Like seeing it through new eyes.My father sat on the couch, his head in his hands. He'd aged ten years in one day."I failed you," he whispered, looking up at me and Lily. "I failed you both. When I was out of the country, I should have been here. I should have protected you.""Joseph, you didn't know—" Lily started."I should have known!" He stood up, pacing the living room. "My wife tried to murder you, Lily. She threw away our child like garbage. And I never questioned anything when I came home."Lily reached for his hand. "You were trying to make a leaving for your family. You trusted the woman you loved.""I loved the wrong woman." My father's voice broke. "I should have loved you. I should have fought for you instead of believing she was dead."I watched them together, these two people who should have been my parents. Who would have been, if not for Sarah's poi

That night, I sat in the hospital chair watching Grandfather Lorenzo sleep peacefully. His breathing was steady now, no longer the shallow gasps from a week ago. He looked younger somehow, like having family around had given him new life.I pulled out my phone and stared at photos of Kai and Solana. Two little faces that looked up at me with complete trust and love. They deserved stability. They deserved a real family."Grandfather," I whispered, even though he was sleeping. "I've made my decision."His eyes opened immediately, like he'd been waiting."And?""Yes. We'll come home. We'll move back to New York."His face lit up like Christmas morning. "Really? You mean it?""I mean it. But I have conditions.""Name them.""I choose the house. I don't want some mansion that screams Moretti money. I want a home where my kids can be normal.""Done.""And I keep working. I don't want to be some kept woman living off family money.""Of course not. You'll work wherever you want.""And Dominic

Two months. Two beautiful, peaceful months of being a real family.I'd never been this happy. Lily and I had coffee together every morning while the twins played in the garden. She told me stories about my father Joseph, about their love affair, about the dreams they'd once shared. I told her about my marriage to Marcus, about the loneliness, about finding Dominic.Bola had found a job at a local daycare and was loving New York. The twins adored having their "Auntie Bola" around all the time. Dominic came by every day after work, playing with Kai and Solana, reading them bedtime stories, being the father figure they'd never had.We were careful around each other, Dominic and I. No touching that lasted too long. No stolen moments alone. But the love was still there, burning quiet and steady beneath the surface."Maybe this is enough," I told Lily one evening as we watched him teach Kai to kick a ball in the backyard."Is it?" she asked gently."It has to be.""Sweetheart, love like tha

One week after lily’s dealt. The house felt different when we came home from the hospital. Everything looked the same, but the air felt heavy, like grief had settled into the walls.Lily's coffee mug was still on the kitchen counter from yesterday morning. Her book was open on the couch where she'd left it. The twins' toys were scattered around the living room from their last playtime with Grandma.I stood in the doorway, unable to move forward."Ava," Dominic said gently, "come sit down.""I can't. If I sit down, it means she's really gone.""She's gone either way, sweetheart." My father's voice was hoarse from crying. "But we're still here. We're still family."The living room was full of people. Grandfather Moretti sat in his wheelchair, looking older than his years. Grandfather Harrison was on the couch, his face gray with exhaustion. Uncle Antonio paced by the window. Bola had the twins upstairs, trying to keep them occupied while we planned their grandmother's funeral."The mort