MARRIED TO THE DEVIL BILLIONAIRE FOR REVENGE의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 120

**Nadia**Lisette arrived with her left hand in her coat pocket.I noticed immediately. Not because I had been watching for it. Because I had known Lisette for fourteen years and her left hand was never in her pocket when she arrived somewhere. Lisette arrived places with full gestures and both hands and sometimes one of those hands holding something she had brought without being asked because she had decided it was needed.Left hand in pocket was not Lisette arriving somewhere.Left hand in pocket was Lisette containing something.She came through the door with Raffael behind her and kissed my cheek with her right side and sat down at the table and looked at the menu with the studied attention of someone who had already decided what she was ordering and was using the menu as a prop.Raffael sat across from her.He looked the way Raffael looked, which was composed and observant and approximately three emotional layers deeper than whatever his face was doing, but there was something un

**Nadia**Three weeks after the Thursday in May.That was how long it took. Not because I was not ready. Because ready was not a destination I arrived at and then remained at. It was something I checked in with daily, the way Dr. Okafor had taught me to check in with things, the honest inventory of where I actually was rather than where I thought I should be.Three weeks of check-ins that said: *not yet.*And then a Saturday evening that said: *now.*I told him directly. That was the only way it worked anymore, the direct version, the one that said the true thing without the buffer of implication or suggestion or the old language of suggestion that I had spent so long inside I had forgotten it was a language rather than just how things were."I want the full version," I said.He looked at me."Not the careful version from Thursday," I said. "Not the slow version. The actual version. Us. The way we were before it got complicated." I held his gaze. "With everything we know now."He unde

**Nadia**My stomach rolled again as I stood in front of the mirror, trying to zip up the soft silk dress. For a week the nausea had crept in every morning, hitting hardest when I smelled coffee or Lisette’s perfume. I kept brushing it off as leftover exhaustion from chasing our energetic toddler around the penthouse. We already had one beautiful child, our first miracle in this dark world of ours. I wasn’t ready to let myself hope for another. I swallowed the bile down and stepped out of the dressing room.Lisette waited on the plush couch, fabric swatches in her lap. Her eyes brightened at the ivory gown, but the smile slipped when she really looked at me. I turned slowly, the silk whispering against my skin, but another wave forced me to steady myself on the mirror’s edge.“You look stunning,” she said, rising. “But you’re pale again, Nadia. Still not sleeping enough?”I tried to laugh it off, but it came out weak. “Just tired. Wedding planning on top of everything with little one

**Nadia**The second pregnancy was not interested in being managed.Isabella's had been bad. I remembered that accurately and had not romanticized it with distance. But this one had apparently decided that bad was a baseline and it had bigger ambitions. Weeks six through ten were an extended negotiation between me and my own body in which my body held all the leverage and was not shy about using it.Dominic adapted immediately.Not by trying to fix it, which was the old version, the version that would have researched solutions and presented them in order of effectiveness and expected implementation. He just adapted. Crackers on the bedside table before I opened my eyes in the morning. Ginger tea in the thermos by the coffee maker that I was no longer able to be in the same room as. Every meal prepared with the awareness that the smell of certain things had become a personal affront that I had not agreed to and could not negotiate out of.He did not make any of this a thing.That was t

**Nadia**Thirty-nine weeks felt different from thirty-seven.Not better or worse. Just different. More settled. Like my body had decided it knew what it was doing this time and had communicated that decision to all the relevant departments and they had aligned behind it without the emergency management quality that had characterized the first one.Alexander James had other ideas about the timeline but ultimately arrived on his own schedule at a reasonable hour on a Wednesday, which felt right for a child who had been demonstrating strong organizational tendencies since the second trimester.Dominic was different this time too.Not less present. Not less invested. But the quality of his presence had changed in the way of someone who had done something once and arrived on the other side and knew, this time, what the other side looked like. The first time had been enormous. This time was also enormous and he held it differently, more securely, the way you held things when you understood