All Chapters of FOUR YEARS RAISING MY INFERTILE HUSBAND'S SECRET FAMILY : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)Warm applause filled the grand ballroom as Nathan stepped away from the velvet-covered podium and placed an arm around Amelia’s waist. The silver champagne glasses reflected the bright chandelier lights as the two hundred guests raised their glasses together, celebrating the evening’s success.Amelia smiled, the delicate diamond necklace around her neck shining under the lights. Beside her, Nathan looked calm and confident, like a man who had faced a serious crisis and come through stronger than before."A magnificent speech, Nathan," Mayor Callahan said, stepping up the podium stairs with an expansive, warm smile, his hand extended. "Clear, confident, and exactly what the civic board needed to hear after the absurd rumors circulating in the financial press last week.""The press thrives on sensationalism, Arthur," Nathan replied smoothly, accepting the mayor's firm handshake with practiced ease. "When complex corporate

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)"I’ll just guide Olivia out to her car, Ames," Nathan said smoothly, stepping back from the dining table and buttoning his jacket. He reached out to pat her hand gently. "You look like you've been on your feet since five this morning. Don't worry about the kitchen wrap-up—Marcus and Thomas have everything under control."Amelia looked up from her place at the table, a soft, affectionate smile warming her face. "Thank you, Nathan. Tell her again how wonderful it was to see her.""I will," Nathan smiled, giving her fingers a brief, warm squeeze before turning to lead Olivia out toward the French doors that opened to the front driveway.Amelia stood up slowly, smoothing the front of her tailored trousers. A quiet sense of happiness filled her chest. For weeks, the estate had been weighed down by frightening bank investigations, emergency court orders, and police cars outside the gates. But tonight, surrounded by the peacef

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)Soft morning light filled the breakfast room, casting long golden shapes across the polished herringbone floor. Outside, two groundskeepers quietly raked fallen leaves along the garden path. The steady sound of their tools was the only thing breaking the silence of the estate.Amelia sat at the table in a neat ivory silk blouse, her dark hair pinned back simply. She held a silver pen above the household ledger, her hand steady and her posture straight.Across from her, Nathan calmly sipped his morning coffee while reading executive reports on his tablet. He looked completely relaxed after a full night’s sleep, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit for his meetings in the city."I need to adjust the quarterly domestic budget, Nathan," Amelia said, her voice smooth, light, and entirely natural. She didn't look up from her ledger as she spoke, her pen tracing a neat line down the column of figures. "With the gala behind us,

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)"Look how far the engine glides across the floor, Daddy!" four-year-old Zane shouted happily, his voice echoing off the high, wood-paneled walls of the primary parlor.Nathan leaned back against the plush velvet sofa, taking a slow sip from a glass of sparkling water, his suit jacket discarded on the nearby armchair and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He let out a low, warm laugh, leaning forward to nudge the plastic track back into place with the side of his foot. "It glides far because you set the incline on the rear ramp, buddy. That’s good engineering."Amelia sat across the room in a tall wingback chair, an open art history journal resting on her lap. She looked calm and relaxed, wearing the same peaceful expression she had shown since yesterday. But behind her calm eyes, she watched everything around her carefully.Zane crouched on the Persian rug, carefully placing his little wooden train on the track. Before moving it, he closed his eyes for a

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)Sister Mary placed the thick, cloth-covered file on the polished oak desk with a soft thud. She slowly turned the old pages, her weathered fingers moving down the handwritten records from three years earlier."Here it is," Sister Mary said softly, her voice echoing in the quiet room as she turned the open binder toward Amelia. "Master Zane’s original intake file. He was brought to our private nursery suite on the twelfth of October."Amelia leaned forward slightly, keeping her back straight as she studied the yellowed page.The information was clearly recorded, but it was nothing like the file of an abandoned orphan.Under Originating Facility, it read:Private Maternity Transfer — St. Jude Medical Annex.Below it, under Sponsoring Guarantor, was a name that made Amelia's blood run cold.Nathan Vance.Beside his name was his signature, followed by an instruction for immediate guardians