Todos os capítulos de Ex Wife to The Billionaire, Mother to His Twins Heir: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Years after the great reunion, I watched my granddaughter Hope, now eighteen, address the International Conference on Gifted Children in Geneva."My generation doesn't see psychic abilities as supernatural," she said to the packed auditorium. "We see them as tools. Like any other human capacity, they can be used for good or harm. The choice is always ours."Behind her, slides showed statistics that would have seemed impossible when I was her age. Forty-seven countries now had official programs for gifted children. Universities offered degree programs in psychic ability development. The UN had established a Department of Enhanced Human Capabilities."But abilities aren't what make a family," Hope continued. "Love is what makes a family. Choice is what makes a family. Showing up for each other, especially in hard times – that's what makes a family."In the audience, I sat between Dominic and our great-grandchildren. At seventy-two, I moved a bit slower but my mind remained sharp. Domini

Five years after our vow renewal, I sat in a hospital bed holding Dominic's hand as he slept. At seventy-nine, his body was finally wearing out, though his spirit remained as strong as ever."The doctor says you're being dramatic," I whispered to him. "That you'll probably outlive me just to prove a point."His eyes fluttered open, and he squeezed my hand weakly."Can't... let you... have all the fun," he managed, his voice barely audible."What fun? Sitting in hospitals is not fun.""Fun is... watching you... argue with doctors... like you always do."Despite everything, I laughed. Even dying, he could make me smile."The whole family's coming," I told him. "Hope is flying in from her Love Multiplier Project in South Africa. Kai and Sarah are driving up from Washington. Isabella and James are coordinating with the international offices.""Good," he whispered. "Want to see... everyone... one more time.""You're going to see them many more times, you stubborn man. You're not going anyw

Over the next three weeks, I read through Lily's letters systematically, following her instructions about when each should be opened. Hope stayed with me, helping to organize them chronologically and thematically."This one is marked 'Read when you doubt your choices,'" Hope said, handing me another envelope.I'd read versions of that doubt a hundred times over the years. But reading Lily's words, written decades ago, addressing fears I hadn't even known I'd have – it was overwhelming.*Dearest Ava,**Right now, you're questioning whether you made the right decisions. Whether the foundation helps or hurts. Whether taking on the responsibility of so many families was wise or foolish.**I can't tell you the future beyond what I've already seen, but I can tell you this: doubt means you're still human. Certainty is dangerous. Keep questioning, keep adjusting, keep choosing love even when you're not sure it's working.**The moment you stop doubting is the moment you stop growing.*"She was

Six months after starting the memoir, I called a family meeting. Not for foundation business or crisis management, but for something more important: sharing Lily's letters with everyone she'd written to."Why now?" Kai asked as the family gathered in our living room. At fifty-three, he'd grown into the wise protector Lily had predicted."Because I've been reading Grandma Lily's letters alone, but they weren't meant just for me. She wrote to all of you."The room filled with murmurs. Solana and Isabella exchanged glances. Marcus looked stunned. Even the grandchildren leaned forward with interest."Lily wrote letters to people she never met?" Sarah asked."Dozens of them. She saw the future clearly enough to write personal messages to each of you, by name, decades before you were born."I laid out the organized letters on the coffee table. Each envelope had a name written in Lily's elegant script: Kai, Solana, Isabella, Hope, Marcus, Elena, even baby Lily – now fifteen – and the younges

Three months later, "The Art of Living" hit bookstores worldwide. The publisher had scheduled a modest release, expecting maybe 50,000 copies sold over the first year.They were completely unprepared for what happened.The memoir sold 500,000 copies in the first week.Within a month, it was translated into forty-seven languages. Within two months, it was required reading in social work programs across twelve countries. Within three months, it had inspired seventeen new foundations modeled after ours."You're a phenomenon," my publicist said during a video call. "We've got interview requests from Oprah, The Today Show, 60 Minutes. International press wants to do stories. Universities want you for lectures.""I can't do all that," I said, panic rising. "I can barely remember what day it is.""We'll work around your limitations," Hope assured me, sitting beside me during the call. "Short interviews, carefully managed appearances, lots of support.""What if I forget what the book is about