All Chapters of FOUR YEARS RAISING MY INFERTILE HUSBAND'S SECRET FAMILY : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)The quiet office felt very different from the grand halls of Elmwood. Afternoon sunlight came through the thin blinds of Lucas's sixth-floor office, casting soft shadows across the large mahogany conference table."Take a seat, Amelia," Lucas said gently, guiding her toward one of the leather armchairs. His touch was light, protective, and completely reassuring. He pulled out the chair across from her and sat down, opening a crisp, blank yellow legal pad. "We have 52 chapters' worth of ground to cover before we deliver the final strike, and every single move we make from this second forward must be executed with absolute precision."Amelia opened her trench coat, reached into the inside pocket, and placed two documents on the polished table between them: the certified DNA report showing Nathan's 99.998% match to Zane, and her handwritten notes with the archive reference numbers from St. Jude's Children's Home.Lucas pic

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)The private consultation room remained quiet and tense.Lucas took the stamped forensic report from Dr. Aris. His expression was serious as he placed the document inside a sturdy leather folder in his briefcase."This is criminal battery under the law, Amelia," Lucas said, his dark eyes ablaze with controlled fury as he turned to her. "Systematically dosing someone with pharmaceuticals without their knowledge or consent—we can file for an immediate emergency restraining order, freeze his personal liquid assets, and have a court summons served to his board office by tomorrow morning."Amelia sat completely still, staring at the empty space where the report had been.The shock was fading, leaving behind a cold and frightening calm.For four years, she had accepted that glass from Nathan every night. She had looked into his loving eyes and believed he was simply taking care of her.But each night

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)"You’re staring at the roast beef again, Nathan," Grace observed softly from the head of the dining table, her small, frail frame almost dwarfed by the towering mahogany chair.Nathan paused, his silver fork held above his porcelain plate.He quickly relaxed his face and gave her his familiar warm smile—the same charming smile that had impressed business leaders and fooled people for years."Just corporate noise, Grandmother," Nathan said effortlessly, cutting a clean piece of meat. "A minor dispute over an overseas municipal contract. Nothing for you or Ames to worry about."Across the table, Amelia dabbed her lips with a white linen napkin, her face a mask of serene, gentle empathy. But beneath the table, her phone vibrated quietly in her lap.A silent notification from Lucas’s encrypted network flashed on the dark screen: Nathan’s secondary holding company just flagged a 15% deficit in the urban dev

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)"You're quiet this morning, Ames," Nathan said, taking a measured sip of his black coffee as the autumn sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the breakfast nook.Amelia placed her teacup down with a soft, deliberate clink.She had spent the past forty-five minutes quietly getting rid of the drink from the night before, washing the glass, and keeping up her usual slow morning routine before coming downstairs."Just thinking about the week ahead, Nathan," Amelia replied smoothly, her face softening into that familiar, picture-perfect portrait of serene, dutiful composure. "The estate groundskeepers need their quarterly approval, and I have to prepare Zane’s items for his Tuesday appointment with Dr. Bennett."Nathan's jaw tightened slightly as he held his coffee mug. He placed it down and looked at Amelia with sudden, careful attention."I thought we discussed this over dinner," Nathan

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)The rain returned on Sunday evening, covering the gardens of Elmwood in a cool gray mist. Inside the dining hall, the only sound was the quiet clinking of silverware against fine china.Nathan sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his phone beside his plate. Every few minutes, it buzzed softly. He glanced at the screen, a small frown appearing between his brows before he slipped the phone back into his pocket.Across from him, Amelia calmly cut her roasted chicken, keeping her face peaceful.Olivia is pressuring him, Amelia thought as she took a slow bite.She knew the pattern now. Whenever Nathan delayed the monthly transfer to Apex Holdings, Olivia's messages became more frequent.Olivia was comfortable in her secret townhouse on Oakridge Drive, and she was determined to protect the life Nathan had built for her and their children."You seem distracted tonight, Nathan," Amelia said sof