Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 684

That night, Wiona just couldn’t bring herself to trust anyone else with Kane and Derek. She had their cribs moved right into her bedroom, determined to watch over her sons personally. Every little task, every feeding and diaper change, she insisted on doing herself.

Conrad understood how scared she was, so he didn’t argue. Instead, he stayed right by her side, helping out however he could. He changed diapers, prepared bottles, gave the babies their medicine, burped them, soothed them to sleep. Anything Wiona did, he was there too.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Kane started crying. Wiona shot up in bed, but Conrad was already moving. He slipped out from under the covers and started mixing formula with a practiced hand, as if he’d been secretly learning just for this moment. In no time at all, he had two bottles ready.

Wiona didn’t just sit there. She changed both boys’ diapers, working quietly beside him. By the time they finished, she felt completely drained.

Conrad gently nudged her back toward the bed. “Go on, get some sleep. I’ll burp Kane, then check on Derek. He’s on his side, so he should be fine for now.”

“Are you sure?” Wiona asked, her voice soft. “Conrad, maybe we should each take one.”

He put a finger to his lips. “Shh. The boys are asleep, and you really need to rest. You’ve done enough today. I’ve got plenty of energy, don’t worry about me. Just sleep.”

So Wiona lay down, watching as Conrad gently soothed Kane. When Kane was settled and sleeping again, Conrad carefully laid him in his crib and picked up Derek, handling him with extra care.

Even after both babies were asleep, Wiona was still awake. The minute he climbed back into bed, she curled right into his arms.

“Conrad, I’m so glad you’re here,” she whispered. “The moment I saw you come home today, it felt like everything inside me finally calmed down. What happened with Derek… it really scared me.”

It was only now, in the quiet darkness, that Wiona let herself be honest about her fear. Only with Conrad did she feel safe enough to let her guard down.

Wiona had heard enough. Her voice cut through the room, low and sharp. “That’s enough. I don’t want to hear any more excuses. None of this matters now. Phil, who did it?”

Holding Derek, Wiona sat down on the main sofa. Conrad stood next to her with Kane, his gaze heavy as it swept over the group on the floor. The pressure in the room was almost suffocating. The women didn’t need to look up to know they were being watched, and cold sweat broke out across their skin. The tension was worse than any interrogation.

Phil looked at the trembling group and spoke up. “Sir, Madam. The culprit is Cecily. She’s one of the nannies who cared for Derek every day. I’m certain it was her.”

He stepped into the group, grabbed Cecily—a pale and shaking shadow of herself—and pulled her forward, dropping her at Wiona and Conrad’s feet. Because the women had been questioned separately, none of them knew who the real culprit was until now. The moment Ada realized it was Cecily, her eyes went wide with rage.

“It was you?” she screamed. “Cecily, do you have any idea what you’ve done? You’ve ruined us all! Why would you do something like this?”