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

Amelia’s POV (Third Person) The cold afternoon faded into deep indigo and rose-gold skies across the snow-dusted grounds. Down in the estate's private glass pavilion, the air was warm, heated by concealed floor vents and scented with cedar and cinnamon from the towering stone fireplace at the far end. Amelia stood near the long teak dining table set up for the evening's family dinner, carefully adjusting the silver place settings and white linen napkins. She wore an emerald-green wool wrap dress, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders in soft waves. "The snowmobiles are all wiped down and back in the north garage, Mrs. Cole," the estate manager reported softly, bowing his head as he cleared away the empty mug tray from the afternoon. "Thank you, Thomas," Amelia replied warmly, looking up with a gentle smile. "Please tell the kitchen staff they can serve dinner whenever Marcus and Nathan come down." "Right away, ma'am." Zane ran into the pavilion a moment later, his cheeks

Amelia’s POV (Third Person) Monday morning brought a pale, weak sunlight that barely broke through the heavy gray clouds over the estate. A cold winter wind swept across the stone patio, rattling the tall glass windows of the breakfast room where the family gathered before the workday began. Amelia sat at the head of the long oak table, dressed in a sharp ivory wool suit, her dark hair pulled back into an elegant chignon. She was carefully reviewing the printed agenda for the Cole Foundation's upcoming quarterly board meeting. Beside her, Zane was quietly eating a bowl of warm oatmeal, happily humming a soft tune as he dropped fresh blueberries onto his spoon. "Make sure Nathan takes his warm scarf this morning, Amelia," Grace said gently, setting her fine china cup onto its saucer with a delicate clink. "The temperature downtown is supposed to drop significantly by mid-afternoon." "I already laid it out for him near his briefcase, Grace," Amelia replied, offering her mother-in-law

Amelia’s POV (Third Person) "Did you double-check the northern land assessments before Arthur Vance signed off on the final contracts yesterday, Marcus?" Amelia asked softly, her voice gentle, warm, and entirely trusting as she looked across the polished glass table. Tuesday morning arrived with a thin layer of glittering frost dusting the high stone archways of the estate. Inside the sunroom, the air was invitingly warm and tranquil, filled with the rich, inviting aroma of freshly brewed espresso and the delicate scent of lavender polish from the morning housekeeping. Amelia sat comfortably in a cozy cream knit sweater, her long dark hair falling loosely over her shoulders as she carefully wrote out elegant copperplate invitations for the upcoming annual winter charity dinner. Across from her, Marcus sat with his dark coffee, his dark, steady eyes resting quietly on a printed folder of corporate land documents and municipal registry reports. "Nathan double-checked every single l

Amelia’s POV (Third Person) "Is the train station strong enough to hold the heavy freight engine, Uncle Marcus?" Zane asked, his little hands balancing a bright red wooden caboose on the freshly laid track. The crackling fire in the estate's main living room hearth cast a gentle, amber glow across the plush carpet, reflecting softly off the tall, rain-slicked windows facing the formal gardens. Outside, the steady evening drizzle had finally tapered off, leaving the dark night sky clear, quiet, and cool. "It will hold as long as the foundation is level and true, Zane," Marcus replied with an easy, patient smile, reaching down to carefully align the dark wooden support blocks beneath the elevated bridge. "A good, well-built structure never sways or collapses, no matter how much weight you put on top of it." Amelia leaned back comfortably against the soft velvet cushions of the sofa, taking a slow, comforting sip of her hot chamomile tea. She looked between her young son and her broth

Amelia’s POV (Third Person) "Did you remember to pack Zane's heavy fleece jacket, Nathan, or is it still sitting on the bench in the mudroom?" Amelia asked, her voice carrying a playful light as she adjusted her silk scarf in the grand foyer mirror. Friday morning had arrived with a pale, crisp sunlight filtering through the tall arched windows of the estate. The gentle rain from earlier in the week had completely washed away, leaving the grounds looking pristine, quiet, and freshly dusted with a bright morning sheen. "It’s already packed safely in the trunk of the primary SUV, Ames," Nathan replied smoothly, stepping into the foyer while casually buttoning his dark cashmere coat. He looked rested, sharp, and entirely unbothered, carrying a small leather weekend bag in one hand. "Along with two extra wooden train tracks and the oversized thermal blanket Grace insisted we bring for the lakeside porch." Amelia turned around, a soft, radiant smile illuminating her face as she looked a