《I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire》全部章節：第 211 章 - 第 220 章

Chapter 211 Veronica's POV Normal felt wrong somehow. Like wearing someone else's clothes. I kept catching myself waiting for something bad to happen, but days turned into weeks and the crisis never came. Four left for work in the mornings and came home for dinner. I went to the foundation and actually focused on my job instead of constantly checking my phone for emergencies. Monte brought home spelling tests and soccer permission slips. Sophia learned to count to twenty and announced it to anyone who would listen. We went on a date to an Italian restaurant downtown on a random Tuesday. No bodyguards. No security team is watching the exits. Just us sitting across from each other arguing about whether pineapple belonged on pizza while sharing a bottle of wine. Four reached across the table and took my hand. "This is nice," he said. "This is weird," I corrected. "I keep expecting s

  Veronica's POV Sophia's first day of preschool arrived with all the chaos I expected. She refused to wear the outfit I picked, insisting on her sparkly pink dress with purple leggings that absolutely did not match. Four tried reasoning with her. I tried bribing her. She won by sheer force of personality. "This is my first day outfit," she announced with the confidence of someone who had never doubted themselves. "I look beautiful." Four caught my eye over her head and smiled. "She does look beautiful." We walked her into the bright classroom with alphabet posters and tiny chairs. Sophia marched right in without looking back, already introducing herself to other kids. No tears. No hesitation. Just pure fearlessness that made my chest tight with pride and terror in equal measure. Monte had been like that too at her age but Sophia had something extra. A b

Chapter 215 Veronica's POV Life with three children was chaos in the best possible way. Our house was never quiet anymore. Someone was always crying or laughing or asking questions or needing something. The laundry multiplied like some kind of evil magic trick. I found Cheerios in places Cheerios should never be. Sleep became a distant memory again. But it was joyful chaos. The kind I had dreamed about during those dark years with Jason when I thought happiness was something that happened to other people. Monte took his role as big brother seriously. He helped with diaper changes even though he wrinkled his nose at the smell. He sang to Manuel when the baby cried. He read him board books with exaggerated voices that made Sophia giggle. At eight years old, Monte was already more nurturing than most adults I knew. Sophia was intensely curious about everything baby Manuel did. Why d

Chapter 217 Veronica's POV The film offered sat between us like a third person in our bedroom. Four had been pacing for twenty minutes while I sat on the bed watching him process. Our lives turned into entertainment. Our trauma was displayed for millions. The idea was overwhelming and terrifying and somehow inevitable. "What do you think?" Four asked finally, stopping in front of me. "I think it is your story to tell," I said carefully. "But it is also my story. And Monte's story. We all get a say in this." "The kids," Four said, sitting down heavily beside me. "How do we explain this to them?" "Honestly and age-appropriately like we do everything else." We gathered the family that weekend for a discussion. Monte was ten now, tall and serious with Four's dark eyes. Sophia was eight, still fearless and opinionated. Manuel was eighteen mont

Veronica's POVI watched Four follow Thomas into the study and felt my stomach drop. Something was wrong. Thomas looked like he was carrying a weight that had finally become too heavy. The door closed behind them and I was left in the kitchen with Beverly, who was staring at that closed door with worry written across her face."What is going on?" I asked quietly."I do not know," Beverly said, but her eyes said she suspected something. "Thomas has been distant the last few weeks. I thought it was just stress from the holidays."Inside the study, I imagined what conversation could be happening. What secret could Thomas be holding that required pulling Four aside during Christmas? My mind went to worst-case scenarios. Illness. Financial problems. Some threat we had not anticipated.Twenty minutes passed. The party continued in the living room with children laughing and adults talking. Normal holiday chaos that felt wrong when I knew something serious was happening behind that closed doo