Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 199

Bethany POV

They said Peter and many of the top people died in the first week, along with Cindy. They were lucky; those who lingered into the second week had the worst kind of pain imaginable. I had wished for a moment that Peter had lingered; he was a nasty, cruel person, but then scolded myself for thinking such things.

The twins' sister Heather arrived early in the morning. She looked nothing like her sisters. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, beauty, and a fantastic figure.

'Heather, you have no children of your own?' Theo asked; the twins mentioned something, but we wanted to hear it from her.

'I cannot have children, and apparently, it is a deal breaker to most men. I am hoping you will give me a chance. I have never been with newborns before, and I have so much love to share with them. I will treat them like my own and be there all the way! She sounded so desperate to be the one for our children.

'You might get too attached and not leave when the time is up. Theo argued, straight to the point; he was worried about the future torment when it was time to ask her to leave, where I am still in the now and getting through these first few years still sane. 'That is the risk I am willing to take; I know I will love the little ones, and I will be attached, and I will do my best. 'You know it is a live-in position. Are you okay with that?' I asked. I got a good feeling from her; she was not like the twins at all. I was not uncomfortable around her; she seemed to be more down to earth and had a free spirit. Her eyes were lit up with hope and kindness. I can see why all the children she cared for at the childcare center loved her. Theo said she got glowing reports, when he called for a reference check, the twins were happy to give us all the information on their older sister.

'Yes. I do not mind living in or not; I moved into my parents' house when Mother broke her hip. She is all well now and is just using me to do things that she is capable of doing, and I think she likes being waited on hand and foot, and to be honest, I am ready to move on.'

'We do not have the house ready yet. It will be another month or so. When we have it sorted, I will give you a call. I watched her face as I said this, and I think I could tell when the penny dropped.

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I got the job?' She squealed.

'Yes, we will give you a chance. As you know, your sisters are no longer in the picture; I would like it to stay that way. I do not want things to become uncomfortable for Hank or Scott.'

'I understand. Don't worry; I will not invite anyone over. I am here for the little ones and no one else. Would you like me to sign a Nondisclosure form?' I appreciated that she was willing to do that; it might be something I will have to think of later when I do new prototype hearts. I would not like my work to be released before I am ready or stolen.

'No, we will get a contract sorted and sent to you before you start with us.' Heather left excited, and I hope we made the right choice. But how can you tell? It is only when you work together that you replace out if you are compatible, and at the moment, I am not up to interviewing a lot of people for the job.

We will not be able to move into our home before the babies are born. I am being put on bed rest, so any work I want to do at the house has to be relayed through Theo, who has been great at taking photos and updating me on the progress. My feet are swollen all the time now, and Theo is helping me wash and clean them up as best we can. I also heard that Pam is a beached whale, so I feel slightly better. She is also bedridden, but back at their home, the coroner allowed them to return, and she is happy to be getting her own space back. Most of the work is well underway.

I heard that the investigation of the family will be reopened now that they have bodies to work with, and Scott and Dad are excited to get deep into it again. They were not happy that they had located them dead, but at least one was still alive, and Dad was not going to let anything happen to her.

The city seems to have settled down, no more new mass murders; according to Dad, the vigilante appears to have done what it wanted and is no longer on a killing spree. Dad said that he will not relax until he or she is caught. They still had plenty of evidence to wade through and, hopefully, in one of the city street cameras, a picture of him without the balaclava.

We did not do a funeral for Cindy, Margaret, and Kitty; Hank had them cremated and is waiting for a good time to get rid of the ashes; he has not yet decided what to do. The coroner has caught up with all the bodies, and the state cremated most as no one came to claim the bodies. It is sad that there is no one to come for the criminals, but I was surprised by the number of the elite who have no one to claim them; I bet they would fight for the estate, though.

Scott said that the syndicate in this city is no longer, but eventually, they will make their way back. Dad said that they might lay low for a while and then sneak back in. He had no clue how long, but he doubted they would leave our city alone for too long. Pam said she had no memory of her parents, only the adopted ones. Dad found some old boxes in the attic and more in the cellar that looked to be from her parent's time; Dad and Pam are going through them slowly. Dad brought them to her, as he refused to let her do a thing. Now, she is a whale, and her feet are almost as large as mine. Dad said there were documents in there of old shares that might still be valid; there were some old black-and-white photos and some portraits. Pam broke down into tears when she saw them. It was not that she remembered, but it was nice to see what her family looked like.

Scott and Hank went to a VIP grand opening of a fancy new club, and they both found lovely-looking ladies. I hope they are better than the twins; these ladies are not related but good friends, so that is a plus. Dad said they had invited them to the sports day so we could meet them; I am not sure how I feel about that. I hope they love sports, or I am going to be annoyed and grumpy. A pregnant lady is not a good look, or so I am told. Third POV

'Your majesty, we have found your niece. She is close to giving birth to triplets, the source excitedly reports.

'Brilliant, we need to make sure she is safe and try and keep her whereabouts quiet; we still have not confirmed who the traitor is. He replies.

'I will get some people to move into her street and keep a close watch on the area, we might even be able to make friends with her if we are lucky!' The source says excitedly. 'Can you get some photos for me? I would love to see what she looks like. Does she look like my brother or his wife? Thank you for making my day. The source hung up, and the king sat staring out into the night sky, wondering what his niece was like and if she would fit in the royal family. I hope she is willing to come here and meet the rest of us once the babies are older and safe for travel. Then again, I could go on a holiday and visit her city and meet her and the babies. That might be a better choice, and I am sure my wife would love to go on a holiday. I will wait for news of the baby and her health before I go; I have waited and hoped for so long that I had almost given up that I would replace my brother or his family in my lifetime.

My wife will be thrilled when I tell her, though I will wait for the photos and share them with her. That way, she would not be waiting like I was to see them. I want to shout out to the world and let them know I have at least one still alive. It is hard to express how hopeful I am that she will want to get to know us, and even if she does not want to move here, she will still keep us in her family circle.

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