The Barren Ex-Wife Gave Birth to Twins

Chapter 68

Amelia stepped into the school auditorium, her shoulders stiff as she scanned the room. Parents mingled, chatting animatedly while children showcased their projects at neatly arranged tables. She spotted Damien and Debby by the art display, their faces glowing with pride as they explained their work to curious onlookers.

For a moment, she allowed herself to relax, her heart swelling at the sight of their confidence. But her brief reprieve shattered when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Amelia,” Robert Hale said smoothly.

She turned, her smile fading into a guarded expression. “What are you doing here?”

Hale, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, held up a clipboard. “The school reached out for sponsors. I thought it was a good opportunity to give back—and perhaps, see you.”

Amelia’s lips pressed into a thin line. “This is a school event, Robert. It’s not the time for... whatever this is.”

He chuckled, undeterred by her frostiness. “Relax, Amelia. I’m not here to make you uncomfortable. I’m here because I see your potential—and I care about what you’re building for your children.”

Before she could respond, Damien bounded over, holding a painted model of a solar system. “Mom, look what we made! Mr. Hayes says it’s the best in the class!”

Amelia crouched to examine his project, her smile genuine. “It’s incredible, sweetheart.”

“Who’s he?” Damien asked, pointing at Hale.

“A friend,” Hale interjected before Amelia could respond, offering Damien a warm smile. “And someone who wants to make sure you and your sister have everything you need to succeed.”

Damien looked unimpressed, shifting closer to Amelia as if sensing her unease.

Later, as the event wound down, Amelia found herself cornered by Hale near the refreshment table. His demeanor softened, his gaze earnest. “Amelia, I know I’m not your favorite person right now, but I want you to know that my intentions are genuine. Let me prove that I can help you, in more ways than one.”

Her stomach twisted, unsure whether his words carried sincerity or manipulation. That night, she shared the encounter with her best friend, Sammie, over the phone.

“Be careful, Amelia,” Sammie warned. “Men like him don’t make moves without expecting something in return. He’s not as harmless as he seems.”

Amelia’s response was quiet, her voice tinged with doubt. “I know. But he’s persistent... and I don’t have the energy to keep fighting everyone.”