All Chapters of Married to the Cold Billionaire After Betraying Him: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The weeks following Gerald Whitfield's cooperation brought a steady acceleration to the investigation that Amelia hadn't dared hope for after so many months of careful, incremental progress. Webb's updates arrived more frequently now, each one carrying fresh developments that suggested the case against Delgado was finally approaching something close to complete. "We've secured a second cooperating witness," Webb reported during a meeting at the penthouse, his usual measured calm now touched with something closer to genuine excitement. "A former Ridgeline employee, uncomfortable with practices she'd witnessed but afraid to come forward alone. Whitfield's cooperation gave her the courage to do the same." "What does her testimony add?" Damian asked, leaning forward with the focused intensity that had become familiar over these months of fighting alongside him. "Direct documentation of current fraud at Ridgeline. Falsified investment returns, client funds misused to cover previous lo

The days following Delgado's arrest brought a strange kind of adjustment, Amelia discovering that the absence of constant threat left room for emotions she'd been too consumed by fear to fully process during the months of active danger."I keep waiting to feel completely normal again," she admitted to Damian one evening, curled on the couch with a cup of tea, watching the city lights through their living room windows without the familiar undercurrent of vigilance that had colored every quiet moment for so long. "But it's strange. Even with him in custody, even knowing the danger's passed, I still catch myself checking over my shoulder sometimes.""That's normal, I think," Damian said gently, settling beside her. "You don't just flip a switch after months of genuine fear. Your body and mind need time to actually believe the danger's gone, even after your rational mind understands it intellectually.""How are you feeling about it all?" Amelia asked, studying his face carefully. "Really

Wedding planning, Amelia quickly discovered, felt entirely different when approached freely rather than under the pressure of appearances and a ticking contractual clock. "I don't even know where to start," she admitted, sitting cross-legged on their bed surrounded by bridal magazines Rosa had enthusiastically procured, along with a laptop open to at least six different wedding planning websites. "Last time, everything was decided for me. A stylist picked my dress. A venue was already booked before I even signed the contract. I never had to actually choose anything." "Then let's choose everything, slowly, together," Damian said, settling beside her, genuine enthusiasm evident in his expression despite the mountain of decisions still ahead of them. "What's the first thing that actually excites you? Not what you think you should want. What you genuinely want." Amelia considered the question seriously, flipping through one of the magazines until she landed on a photograph that made

Compiling the guest list turned into an unexpectedly emotional exercise, Amelia discovered, forcing her to confront exactly who belonged in this new, carefully chosen chapter of her life versus who had simply been part of the performance the first time around. "I don't want most of the people from our original wedding," she admitted to Damian one evening, staring at a mostly blank document on her laptop. "Board members, business associates, people who came because appearances required it rather than because they actually cared about us. This time, I want the room to only hold people who genuinely matter." "I feel the same way," Damian said, settling beside her with his own tablet. "Though I'll admit, keeping some board members off the list might raise questions, professionally." "Does that matter to you?" Amelia asked, studying his expression carefully. "I don't want you sacrificing something important just because of what I want." "It doesn't matter," Damian said firmly. "I sp

The vows proved harder to write than either of them anticipated, Amelia discovered, staring at a blank page for the better part of an hour before finally allowing herself to simply write badly, trusting that something true would eventually emerge from the mess of half-formed sentences. "How's it going?" Damian asked, glancing over from his own laptop where he'd been working just as unsuccessfully for most of the evening. "Terribly," Amelia admitted, laughing at her own frustration. "Every time I try to write something meaningful, it comes out sounding like a greeting card. How am I supposed to condense everything I feel about you into a few paragraphs?" "I'm having the exact same problem," Damian said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "I keep starting formal, businesslike, and then crossing it all out because it sounds nothing like how I actually feel." "Maybe that's the answer," Amelia said slowly, considering. "Maybe we just need to write it exactly the way we'd sa