All Chapters of FOUR YEARS RAISING MY INFERTILE HUSBAND'S SECRET FAMILY : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Daniel showed up at the penthouse on a Thursday evening, laptop bag slung over his shoulder, looking more excited than Sophie had seen him in weeks. "I need you to look at something," he said, barely waiting for the door to close behind him. "For my corporate law seminar. We're doing a mock case analysis, and I used some of the public filings from Vivian Chase's company as an example, since it's been in the news." "Should you be doing that?" Sophie asked, glancing at Adrian, who looked up from Margaret's high chair with sudden interest. "It's all public record," Daniel said, waving off the concern. "That's not the point. Sophie, look at this." He pulled out his laptop, opening a scanned document. "This is an old trust filing," he said. "From almost thirty years ago. Chase Shipping wasn't always called Chase Shipping. It used to be registered under a different name." Sophi

Third Person POV The call came at seven in the morning, earlier than Whitlock usually reached out. "We got a name," she said, skipping any preamble. "Swiss authorities cooperated faster than expected, given the federal case's profile. The account holder is listed as a trust management firm, but the beneficial owner behind it—" She paused. "Whitlock," Sophie said, gripping the phone tighter. "Who is it?" "Simon Cross," Whitlock said. "Adrian's uncle. His father's younger brother." Sophie's breath caught. "Adrian has an uncle?" "Estranged, apparently," Whitlock said. "According to preliminary records, he left the country decades ago, shortly after Adrian's father took full control of the company. No public presence since. We assumed he'd simply faded into private life." Sophie found Adrian in the kitchen, feeding Margaret her morning cereal, humming quie

Margaret Cross settled into the world exactly as fiercely as she'd announced her arrival — demanding, loud, utterly unwilling to sleep through the night for her first several weeks of life. Sophie sat in the nursery at three in the morning, exhausted but content, rocking her daughter gently while Adrian slept fitfully on the small daybed they'd added for exactly these nights. "You take longer shifts than the board members," Sophie whispered to Margaret, smiling despite her exhaustion. Adrian stirred, sitting up. "Your turn's over. Give her here." "You just got her down an hour ago," Sophie said. "And now it's my turn again," Adrian said firmly, reaching for their daughter with the same careful confidence he'd developed over these first difficult weeks. Sophie handed Margaret over, watching him settle into the rocking chair, humming the same off-key tune she'd noticed months earlier, now directed at their daughter instead of

Daniel showed up at the penthouse on a Thursday evening, laptop bag slung over his shoulder, looking more excited than Sophie had seen him in weeks. "I need you to look at something," he said, barely waiting for the door to close behind him. "For my corporate law seminar. We're doing a mock case analysis, and I used some of the public filings from Vivian Chase's company as an example, since it's been in the news." "Should you be doing that?" Sophie asked, glancing at Adrian, who looked up from Margaret's high chair with sudden interest. "It's all public record," Daniel said, waving off the concern. "That's not the point. Sophie, look at this." He pulled out his laptop, opening a scanned document. "This is an old trust filing," he said. "From almost thirty years ago. Chase Shipping wasn't always called Chase Shipping. It used to be registered under a different name." Sophie leaned in, scan

Third Person POV The call came at seven in the morning, earlier than Whitlock usually reached out. "We got a name," she said, skipping any preamble. "Swiss authorities cooperated faster than expected, given the federal case's profile. The account holder is listed as a trust management firm, but the beneficial owner behind it—" She paused. "Whitlock," Sophie said, gripping the phone tighter. "Who is it?" "Simon Cross," Whitlock said. "Adrian's uncle. His father's younger brother." Sophie's breath caught. "Adrian has an uncle?" "Estranged, apparently," Whitlock said. "According to preliminary records, he left the country decades ago, shortly after Adrian's father took full control of the company. No public presence since. We assumed he'd simply faded into private life." Sophie found Adrian in the kitchen, feeding Margaret her morning cereal, humming quietly under his breath. "Adrian," she sa