Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex Wife to The Billionaire, Mother to His Twins Heir: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Six months after Kozlov's arrest, I woke up to something I hadn't heard in years: complete silence.No federal agents outside our door. No security briefings. No emergency phones ringing in the middle of the night.Just peace."Good morning, beautiful," Dominic said, bringing me coffee. "Sleep well?""Like the dead." I paused. "Sorry. Poor choice of words.""Actually, it's the perfect choice of words. All our enemies are dead or locked up forever. We can finally sleep like normal people."The twins thundered into our bedroom, jumping on the bed with their usual morning energy."Daddy! Mama! Can we have pancakes?" Solana asked."Please?" Kai added, giving me his most charming smile."Of course, babies. Let's go make breakfast."As we headed downstairs, I marveled at how normal everything felt. The house was quiet except for family sounds. No bodyguards, no security systems beeping, no one watching our every move."Agent Martinez called yesterday," Dominic said as he mixed pancake batte

eleven month into our marriage, I woke up on a Saturday morning to the sound of laughter echoing through the house. Real, carefree laughter that would have been impossible just a few years ago."Daddy, you're silly!" Solana's voice drifted up from the kitchen."Mama! Come see what Daddy made!" Kai called out.I padded downstairs in my robe to find my family in the middle of what looked like a pancake war. Dominic had flour in his hair, the twins were covered in syrup, and there were pancakes shaped like animals cooling on every surface."What happened in here?" I asked, trying not to laugh."Daddy tried to make pancake elephants," Solana explained seriously. "But they look more like blobs.""Hey!" Dominic protested. "That's clearly an elephant trunk.""That's a pancake blob, Daddy," Kai said, patting his father's arm sympathetically.I burst out laughing. This was my life now. Pancake blobs and syrup disasters and a husband who tried to make Saturday mornings magical for our kids."We

Marcus and Elena's wedding took place in our garden three months later, surrounded by cherry blossoms and family from three countries."I've never seen so many Guatemalans in New York," Bola laughed as Elena's brothers arrived with their wives and children."Or so many reformed criminals in one place," Uncle Antonio added, gesturing toward the Moretti side of the family."Reformed being the key word," I pointed out.Elena looked radiant in her simple white dress, her grandmother's lace veil, and a smile that could light up the city. Marcus couldn't stop staring at her like he couldn't believe she was real."You clean up nice," I told him as he adjusted his tie for the hundredth time."I'm nervous.""Good nervous or bad nervous?""The best nervous. The kind that means you're about to have everything you ever dreamed of.""She loves you, Marcus. Really loves you.""I know. And I love her the same way you love Dominic. All the way, forever, no matter what.""That's the only way to love."

Three months into my pregnancy, the twins' special abilities became impossible to ignore."Mama," Solana said one morning over breakfast, "Mrs. Peterson from down the street is going to fall today.""What do you mean, sweetheart?""She's going to slip on her wet steps and hurt her arm. We should call her."I looked at Dominic, who raised an eyebrow. Solana had been making these kinds of predictions for weeks, and they were starting to come true with unsettling frequency."Solana, how do you know that?""I just... see it sometimes. Like a movie in my head.""What kind of movie?""Pictures of things that are going to happen. Usually when someone's going to get hurt or be sad."Before I could respond, Kai looked up from his cereal. "And I can tell when people are lying. Like, their voices sound different to me when they're not telling the truth.""Different how?""Like they're talking through water. All fuzzy and wrong."I sat down heavily in my chair. My seven-year-old children were app

The wall in our foundation headquarters was covered with photos. Hundreds of them. Families who'd found safety, children who'd found homes, women who'd found freedom."Look at this one," Bola said, pointing to a picture of a young mother with three children. "Remember Maria Santos from Mexico City? She's a nurse now. Her oldest daughter just got into medical school.""And this one," Marcus added, showing me a photo of twins about Kai and Solana's age. "The Chen family from our first year. The girls are both honor students now. One wants to be a teacher, the other wants to work for the foundation."I stood in front of the wall, eight months pregnant with our third child, marveling at the ripple effects of one woman's sacrifice."How many families have we helped now?" I asked."Direct services? Just over three thousand families worldwide," Elena said, consulting her tablet. "Indirect impact through education and policy change? Maybe fifty thousand people.""Fifty thousand lives changed