All Chapters of Married to the Cold Billionaire After Betraying Him: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The final trimester arrived with a different set of challenges entirely, Amelia's growing belly now making even simple tasks feel like small feats of endurance, sleep becoming an increasingly elusive luxury as she struggled to find comfortable positions through the night. "I feel like a beached whale," she groaned one evening, attempting unsuccessfully to find a comfortable spot on their couch, Damian hovering nearby with a collection of pillows he'd been steadily amassing over the past several weeks specifically for this purpose. "You look beautiful," Damian said, arranging pillows with the same careful precision he brought to business negotiations. "Radiant, actually, exactly the way you worried you wouldn't feel back in the first trimester." "You have to say that," Amelia said, though she couldn't help smiling at his earnest sincerity. "You're contractually obligated as my husband." "I'm saying it because it's true," Damian said, settling beside her once she'd finally found

The first week of Robin's life passed in an exhausted, joyful blur, Amelia and Damian navigating the steep learning curve of new parenthood with the same careful partnership that had defined every other significant chapter of their relationship. "I don't think anyone properly prepares you for how little sleep is actually survivable," Amelia said one bleary morning, nursing Robin while Damian moved through the kitchen with the particular exhausted efficiency of a new father determined to keep the household functioning despite profound sleep deprivation. "We're managing," Damian said, setting a fresh cup of tea beside her with practiced care. "Barely, some days. But managing." Rosa had taken to visiting daily during this critical adjustment period, insisting on preparing meals and helping with basic household tasks so Amelia and Damian could focus entirely on adjusting to their new roles. "You two are doing wonderfully," she reassured them during one particularly difficult afternoo

Robin had just turned four months old when the first signs of trouble appeared at Blackwood Industries, arriving not as a dramatic crisis but as a persistent, low hum of concern that gradually demanded Damian's full attention. "We have a problem," Julian said, arriving at the penthouse one evening with a thick folder under his arm, his usual easy humor entirely absent from his expression. "An activist investor group has started quietly acquiring shares. Nothing illegal, nothing we can block outright. But they're positioning for a proxy fight, from what my sources suggest." Damian took the folder, scanning the contents with growing tension in his shoulders. "What exactly are they after?" "Board seats, initially. Eventually, I suspect, a change in leadership direction," Julian said grimly. "Their public statements are already circulating, framing the company's recent 'family drama' their words, not mine as evidence of instability at the top." Amelia, settling Robin against her sh

Nolan and Maya's wedding, held eighteen months after their engagement announcement, brought together everyone who had walked alongside Amelia through every complicated stage of her own journey a celebration that felt, in its own way, like a culmination of everything their found family had built together over the years. "I can't believe I'm actually about to marry the man who spent an entire year threatening to hire a private investigator to look into my husband," Amelia teased Nolan as she helped him with his boutonniere backstage, Robin now eighteen months old and increasingly opinionated about everything perched on her hip, reaching curiously for the flowers. "In my defense, I had legitimate concerns," Nolan said, laughing despite his obvious nerves. "Though I'll admit, watching you and Damian these past few years has thoroughly convinced me I was wrong to worry." "You weren't wrong to worry," Amelia said gently, adjusting his tie with practiced care. "You were being a good fri

Theodore's birth, unlike the intense, drawn-out labor that had brought Robin into the world, arrived with a swiftness that caught everyone somewhat by surprise, Amelia's labor progressing so rapidly that they barely made it to the hospital in time. "I think this is happening much faster than last time," Amelia gasped, gripping the car door as another powerful contraction rolled through her, Damian driving with white-knuckled focus through afternoon traffic that felt, in this urgent moment, unbearably slow. "We're almost there," Damian said, his own voice tight with concentrated urgency. "Just a few more minutes, Amelia. Hold on." They arrived at the hospital with barely enough time for the nursing staff to settle Amelia into a room before Dr. Chen, hastily summoned, confirmed what the intensity of labor had already suggested she was nearly fully dilated, Theodore clearly eager to make his entrance into the world with considerably more haste than his older sister had shown. "Sec