All Chapters of Married To My Ex's Ruthless Father: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

Isabella’s POV I woke up that morning with a strange feeling in my chest. I didn’t know why, but something felt different. Grace had been trying to stand on her own for the past week. She would hold onto the couch, wobble, and then plop back down on her diaper with a giggle. I kept telling Damien she was close. So close.“Today’s the day,” I said, sipping my coffee. “I can feel it.”Damien laughed at me from across the kitchen. “You said that yesterday too.”“Well, today I mean it.”I had this silly hope in my heart. I wanted to be the one Grace walked to first. I wanted to be the one who opened her arms and had our daughter toddle straight into them. I even planned it a little, which I know sounds silly for something as small as a baby’s first steps. I sat on the living room floor with my arms out, calling her name in a soft voice.“Come here, baby. Come to Mama.”Grace looked at me. She grinned, showing off her two tiny bottom teeth. She grabbed the edge of the coffee table and pul

Chapter One Hundred and Twelve

Damien’s POV Ethan called me on a Tuesday morning, and I almost didn’t answer.“I want to spend some time with Grace,” he said. No hello, no small talk. Just straight to it, the way he always used to talk about business deals. “A full afternoon. Just me and her.”I stood in the kitchen holding my coffee, feeling my jaw tighten. Part of me wanted to say no right away. Grace was my daughter in every way that mattered, even if she wasn’t mine by blood. I had been the one up with her at three in the morning. I had been the one who taught her to hold her own bottle. Ethan hadn’t been there for any of that.But I made myself stop and think instead of just reacting.Grace deserved to know where she came from. She deserved the chance to have a relationship with Ethan, as long as he could be trusted to show up for her the right way, not for himself, not for Isabella, but for Grace.“One afternoon,” I said. “Here at the house, not somewhere else. And if I think for one second you’re not taking

Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

Isabella’s POV I had been thinking about it for weeks, though I hadn’t quite found the right way to put my feelings into words yet. It wasn’t that I regretted anything about my career, or the work I had built alongside Damien over these past months. But lately, I found myself wondering what the next few years of my life might actually look like, and whether the current pace we were both maintaining was truly sustainable.I brought it up one evening after Grace had gone down for her nap, finding Damien in his study reviewing documents.“Can we talk?” I asked, settling into the chair across from his desk.“Of course,” Damien said, immediately setting his papers aside, giving me his full attention. “What’s on your mind?”“I’ve been thinking about what I actually want moving forward,” I said carefully. “Not just professionally, but for our family too. I love the work I’ve been doing at Blackwood Holdings. I’m proud of everything I’ve accomplished there. But I don’t want every single day

Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen

Isabella’s POV The exhaustion started small enough that I barely noticed it at first. I told myself I was simply tired from balancing Grace’s demanding schedule alongside the early planning stages of Bridge Initiatives. It seemed reasonable enough, considering everything currently occupying my attention.But as the days passed, the exhaustion only deepened, settling into my bones in a way that felt different from ordinary tiredness. By early afternoon, I found myself desperate for a nap, something I hadn’t needed since those first exhausting weeks after Grace was born.“You seem tired lately,” Damien commented one evening, watching me struggle to stay awake through dinner.“I think I’ve just been overdoing it,” I said, though something in the back of my mind already questioned that explanation.Over the following week, other small changes began accumulating, each one seemingly insignificant on its own, but together forming a pattern I couldn’t ignore any longer. My appetite shifted u

Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen

Damien’s POV The waiting room felt smaller than it probably actually was, the walls seeming to press in slightly the longer we sat there. I checked my watch for what had to be the fifth time in ten minutes, though barely any time had actually passed since we arrived.“You’re more nervous than I am,” Isabella said, glancing over at me with a small smile.“I’m not nervous,” I said, immediately shifting in my seat, which did nothing to support my claim.“Damien, you’ve checked your watch five times already,” she said, laughing softly.“I’m just aware of the time,” I said, though even I didn’t believe that excuse.The truth was, I hadn’t expected to feel this anxious. When Isabella told me she was pregnant again, my initial reaction had been pure joy, followed almost immediately by a flood of memories from when she was pregnant with Grace. But sitting here now, waiting for confirmation, waiting to understand whether everything was progressing as it should, I found myself unable to shake

Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen

Isabella’s POV The days leading up to our follow-up appointment stretched longer than I expected, each one filled with quiet moments of reflection I hadn’t anticipated needing. I found myself standing in Grace’s doorway more often than usual, watching her sleep peacefully in her crib, her small chest rising and falling steadily beneath her favorite blanket.I thought about what it might mean to have another child so soon after her, another tiny person depending completely on us, another set of sleepless nights, another entirely new personality to discover and nurture.Part of me felt genuinely excited by the possibility. Watching Grace grow over these past ten months had been the most rewarding experience of my entire life, and the thought of expanding our family further, of giving her a sibling to grow up alongside, filled me with a warmth I couldn’t quite put into words.But another part of me, quieter and more hesitant, felt genuinely terrified.I remembered how completely my iden

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen

Isabella’s POV The examination room felt different this time, quieter somehow, though nothing about the space itself had actually changed. I sat on the edge of the table, Damien beside me, both of us waiting for the doctor to return with results that would finally give us clear answers after nearly a week of uncertain waiting.“Whatever she says,” Damien said quietly, reaching for my hand, “we’re okay.”I nodded, though I couldn’t fully articulate the tangled mixture of emotions swirling through my chest, hope and fear tangled together so completely I couldn’t distinguish one from the other.The doctor returned a few minutes later, her expression calm and measured as she settled onto her stool across from us. “I have your results,” she said. “The follow-up bloodwork shows your hormone levels have actually decreased since the initial test.”“What does that mean?” I asked, though some part of me already suspected the answer.“It means you’re not currently pregnant,” the doctor said gen

Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen

Damien’s POV Grace’s laughter carries through the hallway before I even reach the nursery door, and I stop for a moment just to listen. It’s become a familiar sound over the past few weeks, one I didn’t expect to hear so often, and definitely not because of Ethan.I lean against the doorframe and watch him kneel on the floor across from her, looking a little lost, like he’s not entirely sure what he’s doing but refuses to stop trying anyway. Grace is wearing one of those tiny headbands Isabella loves to put her in, the one with the bow that’s bigger than her actual head, and she’s got both hands buried in a box.Not the toy that came in it. The box.“I don’t understand it,” Ethan says, glancing up at me like I might have an answer. “I bought her that stuffed rabbit. The big one. It cost more than my first car payment.”“And she wants the box.”“She wants the box.” He shakes his head, but there’s no frustration in it, just a kind of bewildered affection. “I put her in front of it for

Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen

Damien’s POV Gabriel called me just as I was leaving the nursery, his voice tighter than I expected for a Tuesday morning.“I found something,” he said. “About the missing files.”“Tell me,” I said, already reaching for my jacket.“I finally managed to trace the credentials used to bypass our logging system,” Gabriel said. “It took weeks, but my contact in cybersecurity narrowed it down to a specific access point. Someone used an old administrator account, one that should have been deactivated over a year ago.”“Whose account?” I asked.Gabriel hesitated, and something about that hesitation made my stomach tighten before he even answered. “It belonged to someone who used to work in our finance department,” he said. “Someone who left the company shortly before you and Isabella got married.”“Gabriel.”“Robert Hale,” Gabriel said finally.The name meant nothing to me at first, and I said as much.“He wouldn’t mean anything to you directly,” Gabriel said. “But he worked closely under V

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

Isabella’s POV The phone call left Damien pale and silent for longer than I had ever seen him remain still. When he finally lowered the phone, his hand trembled slightly, something I had rarely witnessed from him even during the worst moments of these past several months.“Damien,” I said carefully, shifting Grace onto my hip. “What did they say?”“They warned me to stop digging,” he said, his voice tight. “They said everything so far has just been a warning.”My blood ran cold. “That means the missing files, the note, everything, it’s all connected. Someone’s been watching every move we make.”“I need to call Gabriel,” Damien said, already dialing before he finished the sentence.I stood there holding Grace, my mind racing through everything we now knew. Robert Hale, Victor, Vanessa, all of it tangled together into something far larger and more dangerous than I had allowed myself to imagine. I had convinced myself, over these past weeks, that whatever Vanessa was doing existed separ

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