All Chapters of FOUR YEARS RAISING MY INFERTILE HUSBAND'S SECRET FAMILY : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The voice came from directly behind her.Amelia spun around so quickly the folder nearly slipped from her hands.Standing in the doorway was Dr. Camille Arden.Her white blouse was stained with dust from the crawlspace, but she looked remarkably calm, as though she had expected this moment for years.For several long seconds, neither woman spoke.The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glow across the hidden room."You..." Amelia whispered, disbelief written across her face.Camille met her gaze."I was hoping you'd never find this room." She said "You knew about it." Amelia said "Yes." She replied "You knew Nathan was lying." "Yes." Camille swallowed hard "I knew enough."Amelia let out a bitter laugh."Enough?" she asked, her voice shaking. "I spent months questioning my own memories. I trusted you. Every session, every conversation, you looked me in the eye and let me believe I was losing my mind.""I never said you were imagining things." Camille said "But you

“Why does the message say your name?”Camille stared at the screen, her shadow frozen against the hum of the old monitor. She didn't answer.“Camille.” Amelia took a deliberate step toward her. Still nothing. “Why?”“I don't know.” Camille finally looked up, her expression completely hollow.“You're lying.”“No.”“You're looking at that screen like you've seen it before,” Amelia said, her voice dropping.Camille swallowed hard. “I've seen messages like it.”Amelia's heart skipped. “Messages?”Camille looked away, her gaze drifting toward the darkened corners of the room.“Not here.”“Where?” she asked “Before.”“When?”Camille hesitated, her jaw tightening. “Years ago.”Amelia's grip tightened around the folder until the paper creaked. “You knew about this place before you ever became my therapist.”“Yes.”“How long?”“Long enough.”“That isn't an answer.”“I know.” Camille met her eyes. “Because the other half could get you killed.”The words hung in the damp air, silencing the room

The darkness in the basement room was absolute, heavy with the smell of old paper and fresh paint.Amelia stood frozen, listening to the heavy breathing of the woman who had just stepped through the steel door. Beside her, Camille hadn't moved an inch.“He was running from himself,” the woman’s voice whispered in the dark.Amelia’s mind raced. In the pitch blackness, her panic gave way to a cold, razor-sharp clarity. Something about the cadence of that voice felt terribly, intimately familiar.Slowly, Amelia reached into her coat pocket and pulled out her phone.She clicked the flashlight on, aiming the beam directly into the doorway.The harsh white light cut through the dark, illuminating the woman standing before them.She wasn't a doctor. She wasn't a government agent.It was Olivia.Olivia stood there in her designer trench coat, squinting against the blinding beam.

The rain began to fall in earnest by midday, slicking the windshield of Amelia’s small sedan as she pulled into the quiet, tree-lined parking lot behind Stone Holdings.She turned off the ignition and sat for a moment, listening to the heavy patter of raindrops against the glass. In her lap lay a modest canvas tote bag containing Zane’s medical records, his favorite hand-knitted blanket, and his official adoption certificates—the final items she had quietly retrieved from the house before Nathan’s mother had returned from her sitting room.Taking a deep breath, Amelia gathered the bag, opened her umbrella, and headed inside.Lucas was waiting for her on the executive floor. The glass doors clicked open automatically, and he stepped out into the lobby to meet her, his expression serious but welcoming. He didn't offer a dramatic greeting or dramatic promises. Instead, he simply took her wet umbrella, handed it to an assistant, a

By mid-afternoon, the rain had cleared completely, leaving behind a crisp, autumnal sky. In the executive conference room of Stone Holdings, the atmosphere was quietly triumphant. Victoria Vance sat with her laptop open, reviewing the avalanche of incoming legal confirmations. "Nathan tried to access three separate offshore accounts within twenty minutes of being served," Victoria said, looking up with a cool, satisfied smile. "Every single transaction was flagged and blocked by the court order. His personal legal counsel called my office ten minutes ago, desperately asking for a emergency settlement meeting." "And what did you tell them?" Lucas asked, leaning against the edge of the table. "I told them my client is open to receiving their surrender terms in writing," Victoria replied smoothly. "And that any attempt to contest the custody order will result in immediate criminal