All Chapters of FOUR YEARS RAISING MY INFERTILE HUSBAND'S SECRET FAMILY : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)Camera flashes filled the gallery as Amelia entered Courtroom 402. The whispers from the crowded room faded as she took her seat beside Lucas and his legal team. Her Lawyer Alexandra Perkins was already there in their space. They exchanged greetings as she took her seat.Across the aisle, Nathan pulled out his leather chair and sat down. His hands trembled slightly as he arranged the legal pads in front of him, though he had no intention of reading them. Beside him, Olivia sat stiffly, her face pale. She avoided looking at anyone while her lawyer quietly advised her.Judge Thomas Harrison adjusted his glasses and looked around the courtroom. He raised his gavel and struck it once, bringing the room to complete silence."Court will come to order," Judge Harrison announced, his deep voice resounding across the high ceiling. "We are convened for preliminary motions and initial arraignment in the matter of Vance v. Vance Cole and Reynolds, docket number 409-B.

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)"Nurse Reed," Alexandra said smoothly, remaining at the podium while the courtroom hushed to a pin-drop silence. "To your knowledge, did either Mr. Nathan or Miss Olivia express any medical concern for Elena White while she was hemorrhaging?""None," Evelyn Reed answered firmly, resting her folded hands on the wooden edge of the witness box. "Their only concern was making sure no hospital logs linked her name to Apex Holdings or Elmwood Estate.""Thank you, Nurse Reed. Your witness, Counsel," Alexandra said, stepping back to take her seat.Jackson rose slowly from the defense table. His polished corporate air was completely eroded, his forehead glistening under the bright courtroom chandeliers."Nurse Reed," Jackson began, trying to project a calm, skeptical authority. "You claim Miss Reynolds held the telephone receiver, yet you made no personal attempt to call emergency services from a secondary mobile line?

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)The heavy brass handles of Courtroom 402 turned with a loud click.Standing beside Amelia was Alexandra Perkins, dressed in a perfectly fitted ivory wool suit. As one of the city's top lawyers, Alexandra carried herself with confidence and authority. She held a black leather briefcase and calmly adjusted the cuffs of her jacket.Lucas Stone stepped aside to let Alexandra take the lead at the prosecution table. He remained close to Amelia, offering the quiet support he had given her throughout the case.Across the aisle, state marshals led Nathan Vance Cole to the defense table. His lead lawyer and corporate strategist, Harold Jackson, sat beside him. Jackson looked nervous under the bright courtroom lights as he shuffled through a messy stack of legal motions that the chancery division had already rejected.The gallery fell silent as the door behind the judge's bench opened."All rise!" the bailiff’s voice boomed across the vaulted chamber. "The High Court

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)The private doorbell rang softly through the sunlit apartment. For a moment, the room fell silent. Clara gently led Zane to the far corner of the playroom and kept him busy with a picture book. Lucas stood near the kitchen island, watching Amelia with quiet support.Amelia didn't flinch. She stood with her shoulders straight, her expression calm. She no longer felt the anxiety that had once defined her interactions with the Cole family.The woman who had once kept her doubts to herself because she felt she owed them something was gone. In her place stood someone who had brought down an empire and taken back control of her life."Open the door, Lucas," Amelia instructed quietly.Lucas unlocked the door and opened it.Grace Cole and Priya stood in the private hallway. Grace looked nothing like the powerful, well-groomed woman who had once ruled Elmwood. She now seemed fragile and worn down, her shoulders slumped under the weight of the scandal and her family'

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)The fluorescent lights hummed above them. Olivia sat across the metal table, breathing unevenly as she waited for Amelia to speak. She expected insults and mockery. She thought Amelia would enjoy seeing her lose everything and end up in a prison cell instead of the comfortable home Nathan had secretly provided for her and their children.But Amelia said nothing. She simply watched Olivia with a calm, detached expression. There was no hatred in her eyes, only a cold sense of pity."You thought you were the special one, didn't you, Olivia?" Amelia began, her voice soft, measured, and entirely unbothered. "You believed Nathan's promises that he would eventually leave his marriage, that he would strip away my name and hand you the keys to Elmwood. You spent years playing the warm, gracious friend to my face while waiting for the day I was discarded."Olivia flinched as another tear slipped down her cheek. She lowered her ey