All Chapters of Married To My Ex Husband's Billionaire Brother: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

BerniceBringing Hope home from the hospital felt surreal, as if I was stepping into a new world. For me, my second life seemed like really began to start. We opened the door, the house was the same, yet everything felt different now. The living room was now strewn with baby gear, and the nursery was waiting to be filled with my little baby girl's laughter and tears.Christian carried Hope in her car seat, setting her gently on the floor as we both stood there, marveling at the tiny life we’d created. "Welcome home, little one," he said softly. I can see Christian got tried. He didn't sleep the whole night. I sank onto the couch, watching as Hope stretched and yawned, her little fists waving in the air. "I can't believe she's finally here," I murmured, my heart swelling with love and fear.Christian joined me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Neither can I. She's perfect, Bernie. Just like you."I smiled, leaning into his embrace. "I hope she takes after you. I don't want her to

BerniceAs our car pulled up to Château de la Roseraie, I couldn't help but gasp. The massive limestone building loomed before us, its pale facade gleaming in the afternoon sun like something out of a fairy tale."It's breathtaking," I whispered, my eyes tracing the ornate details of the roof and windows.Christian smiled, a hint of pride in his voice. "Wait until you see inside. Grandfather has a flair for the dramatic."Edward didn't hear this. He was busy with Hope. Edward said," You know, I've been practicing my baby talk all week!""Oh, would you look at that," he cooed, gently tickling Hope's chin. "She's got the Hamilton eyes, that's for certain. Hello there, little one. I'm your Great-Grandpa Eddie. Yes, I am!"Hope, usually shy with strangers, let out a delighted giggle, her tiny hands reaching for Edward's beard."Careful there, sweetheart," I laughed. "I think Great-Grandpa Eddie's beard is not a toy."Edward waved off my concern. "Nonsense! This beard has survived board me

BerniceI stood in the arrival hall of Charles de Gaulle Airport, nervously checking my watch for the umpteenth time. Christian squeezed my hand reassuringly."Relax, Bernie. Their flight just landed. They'll be here soon."I nodded, trying to calm my nerves. It had been weeks since I'd seen Cathy, and I couldn't wait to reunite with my best friend. Plus, I was dying to see how she was handling her pregnancy.Suddenly, a commotion near the gates caught my attention. A voice, unmistakably Cathy's, rang out above the airport din."Taylor! Taylor, darling! You simply must keep up. We're in Paris, for crying out loud! No time for dilly-dallying!"I turned to see Cathy waddling towards us, her five-month baby bump proudly on display in a glittery "Bun in the Oven" t-shirt. Behind her, poor Taylor staggered under the weight of what looked like a small mountain of designer luggage."Cathy!" I called out, waving frantically.Her face lit up. "Bernie! Oh my god, look at you! You're glowing, gi

BerniceI woke up to the sound of enthusiastic singing echoing through the château. For a moment, I was disoriented, wondering if I'd somehow been transported to a karaoke bar in my sleep. Then I remembered: Cathy was here.Christian groaned beside me, pulling a pillow over his head. "Is that... is she singing 'La Marseillaise'?"I listened for a moment, then chuckled. "I think it's her own special remix. Something about croissants and berets."As if on cue, Cathy's voice crescendoed: "Allons enfants de la pâtisserie! Le jour de gloire est arrivé!"Christian sat up, his hair adorably mussed. "It's 6 AM. How is she so... awake?"I shrugged, climbing out of bed. "It's Cathy. I'm pretty sure she runs on pure enthusiasm and glitter."We made our way downstairs, following the sound of Cathy's improvised French anthem. We found her in the kitchen, surrounded by what looked like every baking utensil the château possessed. She was wearing a chef's hat that was slightly too big for her, causin

BerniceAs we stepped out of the café and into the bustling streets of Paris, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. Cathy was leading our little group like a general marching into battle, her baguette skirt swishing with each determined step."Onward, mes amis!" she declared, pointing dramatically towards the Eiffel Tower looming in the distance. "Our Parisian adventure awaits!"Christian leaned in close to me, his voice low. "Can we go now?"I chuckled, "No! We can't do this to Hope's godmother!"As we made our way through the crowded sidewalks, Cathy's outfit continued to draw attention. A group of Japanese tourists stopped us, excitedly gesturing to Cathy's skirt and chattering in rapid-fire Japanese."Oh, konichiwa!" Cathy beamed, striking a pose. "Oui, oui, très fashion, n'est-ce pas?"I bit back a laugh as I watched the confused but delighted tourists snap photos. "Cathy, I'm pretty sure that was Japanese, not French."She waved off my correction. " Berni