Todos os capítulos de FOUR YEARS RAISING MY INFERTILE HUSBAND'S SECRET FAMILY : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Amelia’s POV (Third Person) The quiet hum of the estate’s grandfather clock echoed through the grand central hall, followed by twelve slow chimes that marked the start of the afternoon. Outside the tall arched windows, a gentle autumn rain had begun to fall. A light mist covered the stone terraces, and the crimson oak leaves in the garden looked darker and shiny from the rain. The whole estate felt calm and peaceful. Amelia walked slowly down the ground-floor hallway, carrying a small pair of brass shears in one hand and a wicker basket filled with freshly cut hydrangeas from the sunroom in the other. The house smelled of lemon polish, warm beeswax, and fresh tea, a comforting scent that always made the estate feel warm and welcoming. As she passed the open double doors of the private library, she noticed Marcus sitting at the large mahogany table near the window. A small reading lamp lit his calm face as he carefully turned the pages of a thick leather ledger, with a black fountai

Amelia’s POV (Third Person) The soft clatter of porcelain dishes being arranged in the kitchen drifted down the quiet hallway, signaling the end of their Monday evening. Outside, the late-afternoon rain fell steadily against the estate’s stone walls, making the warmth inside the house feel even more comforting. Amelia stood near the open French doors of the dining room, her hands tucked into the pockets of her knit cardigan as she watched Marcus help Zane carry a half-finished wooden train bridge into the living room. The little boy’s face was bright with excitement, his laughter filling the high-ceilinged room as Marcus playfully let the wooden tracks wobble before quickly steadying them with a dramatic gasp. "Keep it completely balanced, Uncle Marcus!" Zane giggled delightedly, clutching a pair of small blue wooden passenger cars tightly against his chest. "If it falls over, the big engine can't get across to the other side!" "It's not going to fall over, Zane," Marcus assured hi

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)The quiet, crisp breath of early Tuesday morning drifted through the narrow gap of the slightly open bedroom balcony door, carrying the cool scent of wet autumn earth and damp pine.Amelia stirred softly beneath the heavy goose-down duvet, feeling the familiar warmth of the master suite before opening her eyes. Sunlight spilled through the sheer linen curtains in soft, pale silver bands, illuminating the quiet elegance of the room. Beside her, the bed was already empty, the heavy silk sheets neatly turned back where Nathan had risen early."You're up before the sun again," Amelia murmured softly, her voice thick with sleep as she sat up and propped herself against the plush upholstered headboard.Nathan stood beside the tall mahogany armoire, adjusting his silk tie in the full-length mirror. He looked perfectly dressed in a sharp navy pinstripe suit, his dark hair neatly combed back. When he heard her voice, he turned w

Amelia’s POV (Third Person)"Is that my private train delivery arriving?" Nathan’s smooth, resonant voice broke the library's quiet calm before the double mahogany doors had even swung fully open.Amelia looked up from her comfortable leather armchair near the fireplace, a warm smile appearing on her face as her husband walked across the Persian rug toward her. He had already taken off his suit jacket and silk tie, leaving his crisp white shirt slightly open at the collar. His sleeves were rolled neatly to his forearms, making him look relaxed and at ease after a long day.There was something comforting about seeing him like this. Away from the office, the meetings, and the constant pressure of business, Nathan seemed completely at peace. His usual serious expression had softened, and his slow, relaxed steps made it clear that he was in no hurry.Amelia watched him for a moment before smiling again. “You look tired,” she said gently.Nath

Amelia’s POV (Third Person) The quiet sound of the estate’s late-night routine filled the ground-floor study as the grandfather clock in the main hall struck ten slow chimes. Outside, a light autumn frost covered the wide lawns, shining softly under the cold starlight coming through the bay windows. Inside, the room was warm and peaceful. A small fire burned in the stone fireplace, casting moving shadows across the dark wooden bookshelves and Persian rug. Amelia sat comfortably on the velvet loveseat near the fire, wrapped in a soft cream cashmere shawl as she slowly turned the pages of a hardcover novel. Across the room, Nathan stood beside the large carved desk, pouring himself a small glass of scotch from a crystal decanter. He had removed his suit jacket and loosened his collar, looking like a man who had handled a small problem rather than someone whose entire business was beginning to fall apart.. "Zane was fast aslee