Chapter 322 - The Vexley's Mansion

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the hotel suite at the tech conference grounds, casting a golden hue over the scattered remnants of the previous night's chaos. Rafael Vexley stood by the window, his steel eyes—sharp and unclouded—scanning the bustling grounds below where attendees were already packing up for departures. No longer confined to the pretense of a wheelchair, he moved with the effortless grace of a man who had reclaimed his power, his tall, athletic frame clad in a tailored black suit that accentuated his chiseled jawline and broad shoulders. Beside him, Eliana Bennett Vexley—his wife, his anchor—carefully folded their clothes into a sleek leather suitcase, her slender hands pausing occasionally to rest on her swollen belly, a protective gesture that spoke volumes of the life growing within her.