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Chapter Sixty-One
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2025-04-09 17:47:27
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“You don’t need money to lead a rich life, good friends and a loving family are worth their weight in gold.” By Susan GaleThe soft clink of glassware and low hum of polite chatter filled the room as servers moved between tables in crisp uniforms, offering desserts and refills. They had finished their meals. It was now time for everyone to mingle and look at the overpriced artwork.April glanced over at the artwork in question, displayed along the walls: some abstract, some breathtaking, most of it out of her taste range entirely. But Harringtons sponsored events like this. The money went to a good cause, but the work would only hang at the office, never in her home. That’s why tonight wasn’t about her preferences.It was about being seen. About proving she belonged here. So many times in the past, she had hidden behind her father, hoping not to be seen. Noah had been nice to her then.Across from her, Tally rubbed her belly, her face glowing beneath the warm light of the chandeliers.
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“Sometimes the past doesn’t knock. It kicks the damn door open.” By Unknown.The noise of the auction faded as the four of them, Noah, April, Ryan, and Tally drifted out onto the veranda. The lighting was softer here. It was a rare moment of peace in a room otherwise humming with chatter and clinking glasses.Tally eased into a cast iron chair, her hand resting on the top of her belly. Ryan hovered protectively beside her, his eyes flicking over the crowd through the doors leading back inside.April reached for a canapé from a passing tray, her fingers trembling slightly before she pulled back.“You know,” Ryan said, looking at her with a fond smile, “the girl I knew four years ago wouldn’t have handled what you just did back there.” His voice was quiet but admiring. “She would’ve hidden behind her father and not said anything.”April raised an eyebrow. “Thanks?”“It’s a compliment,” he added. “You’re not that girl anymore.”She smiled, small but sincere. “No. I’m not.”Noah wrapped an
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The door clicked shut behind them, the echo of it falling heavily into the quiet of the brownstone. April leaned back against it, heels still on, lips slightly parted, her breath uneven.The public takedown of David. Willow’s touchy little display. The buzz of eyes watching her as she walked away like her father had taught her to.Noah turned the lock and looked at her, his jaw tight. His hands were shoved into his pockets like he was holding something back.“You didn’t push her away,” April said quietly.Noah exhaled, stepping in closer but not touching her yet. “I thought about it. Believe me, I wanted to. She makes my skin crawl. But if I’d made a scene after you’d already shut David down, it would’ve been chaos. Press was there. Your board was there. It would’ve made it look like you lost control of your personal life.”April’s eyes flicked up to meet his. “You were thinking about optics?”“I was thinking about you.” He paused, the heat between them sharpening. “And I’m sorry if it
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“The longer you carry a secret, the heavier it becomes.” By Unknown.April sat in the small, warmly lit exam room, her fingers clasped tightly in her lap. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until the doctor gave her a gentle smile and set the clipboard aside.“Well,” the doctor said softly, “you’re definitely pregnant. Eight weeks along, based on your last cycle.”April exhaled slowly, her body tipping slightly forward as though the words physically pushed into her.Eight weeks.Which meant it had happened the third time Noah hadn’t used a condom. She should have known she couldn’t get lucky three times running.Her fingers moved to her stomach, flat still, but not for long.“Are you alright?” the doctor asked kindly.April nodded. “Yes. Just… processing.”She wasn’t surprised, not really. She’d known. Subtle but undeniable changes had occurred: morning sickness, tender breasts, and exhaustion that no amount of coffee could cure. She’d quit coffee the moment she suspecte
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“You never really know how heavy a secret is until you try to let someone help you carry it.” By Unknown.April didn’t know how long she sat in the car before her breathing evened out. At some point, the trembling stopped. Her hands were still clamped tight around the steering wheel, but her mind had gone eerily quiet.Not numb. Just... still.The kind of stillness that came after the worst of the crying, when your body stopped trying to pretend it could hold everything together.Kayla’s voice was still there, though. A broken record scraping her insides.She had to get out of here.The drive back to Harrington HQ passed in a blur. April didn’t remember the turns, the lights, the people. She just... arrived.She walked toward her office, her body moving on autopilot. She kept her eyes low, hoping no one would stop her, praying she wouldn’t run into anyone…“Jesus, April.”April halted, startled at the voice.Poppy.She stood outside the copy room holding a takeaway salad, brow furrowi
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“A real man can’t stand seeing his woman hurt.” By UnknownApril was asleep. Or pretending to be. Either way, she hadn’t moved from the couch in nearly an hour, her face turned into the cushion, her knees drawn up like she was trying to disappear.Poppy had covered her with a blanket, fetched her a glass of water, and then sat beside her, pretending to scroll on her phone while her mind reeled.Pregnant.April was pregnant.And she was falling apart over some batshit receptionist who had the nerve to lie to her face and twist the knife deep. Poppy didn’t need to meet Kayla to know exactly what kind of woman she was. They were a dime a dozen—pretty, venomous, and always sniffing around power like it was a perfume they could bottle for themselves.But Noah? Poppy didn’t know him that well, but she knew the way he looked at April. She’d seen it every time he was around her. Like he wanted to get her alone so he could strip her naked. No way in hell that man was screwing his receptionist
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“Sometimes the silence says more than the words we’re too afraid to speak.” By Unknown.Noah stared at his phone, thumb hovering over the screen for longer than he wanted to admit. The message he’d typed was simple:Hey Poppy, Can you send me your address? Please. I need to see her. — NoahIt took less than a minute for the three dots to appear.Poppy: She’s still asleep. I’ll meet you out front so you don’t wake her. 27 Grafton. Just come.Noah was already moving.Traffic blurred past his windows as he made the drive, but he couldn’t focus on any of it. He was too busy replaying the look on Kayla’s face when he’d fired her. Too busy wondering how much April had believed. How deep the damage ran.And whether he could repair it at all.When he pulled up in front of the modest townhouse, Poppy was already standing at the edge of the porch, arms crossed, eyes sharp.He parked, cut the engine, and stepped out quietly.“Hey,” he said as he approached.Poppy nodded, her voice low. “She’s ins
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“Some truths don’t hurt because they’re lies. They hurt because they were hidden.” By Unknown.Noah was still holding April’s hand when he heard the front door open.April stirred slightly, lifting her head from where it rested lightly against his shoulder. But she didn’t let go.Footsteps followed, along with the sound of a little girl’s voice giggling and asking for snacks.Noah glanced toward the door just as Poppy stepped into the living room, one hand gripping a reusable grocery bag, the other resting protectively on the head of a small girl with bright eyes and dark blonde curls that framed her face like a halo.Jade.He’d heard the name mentioned in passing before. But he hadn’t met her.Until now.The girl looked up, curious and cautious, her tiny hand still gripping Poppy’s fingers.She was maybe three, maybe four—he couldn’t quite tell—but there was something familiar about her. The shape of her chin. The slope of her nose.And then it hit him.Max.Jade’s little face was pra
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Six weeks later.The soft Saturday morning light poured in through the bedroom windows, casting a warm glow over the sheets tangled around April’s legs. She lay on her side, one hand resting over her slowly growing belly, the other curled under her pillow. Beside her, Noah was already awake, propped up on one elbow, just watching her.“You’re staring,” she mumbled, not even opening her eyes.“I’m allowed to,” he said, brushing her hair back from her cheek. “I’m admiring my girls.”She cracked one eye open, giving him a sleepy smile. “You don’t know it’s a girl yet.”He leaned down and kissed her belly. “I have a feeling.”An hour later, they were in the car, heading to the clinic for her second-trimester appointment. April watched the city pass by outside her window, but she was only half paying attention. Her nerves were fraying. It wasn’t that she thought something would be wrong, but pregnancy had a way of stirring up worry even when everything seemed fine.Noah reached over, threa
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The front door clicked shut behind them with a soft thud, the sound swallowed by the quiet stillness of the Harrington estate.April’s heels echoed faintly in the empty hall, her fingers still laced through Noah’s. The place smelled like memory, old cedar and roses, polished wood, her childhood. She had loved it here. She was so glad they had renewed their vows in the garden she loved so much.For a moment, the silence felt too big. Too final. Like stepping out of one life and into another. Her dad was gone, but she held him in her heart and this place would always be here.Noah, in his usual effortless way, broke the weight with a grin.“Well, Mrs. Crawford,” he murmured, his voice low, teasing, “you have exactly fifteen seconds to tell me which room we’re sleeping in before I throw you down right here on the marble floor.”April raised a brow, smoothing her fingers up his lapel. “Not the master-suite.”Noah blinked. “Why not?”“It was my father’s room, and I still feel guilty moving
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The sun filtered gently through the tall windows of the Harrington family estate, casting soft light onto the white floral arrangements that lined the garden path. April stood just inside the drawing room, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as she stared out at the rows of white chairs set up on the lawn. Everything looked perfect.But it wasn’t nerves twisting in her stomach—not quite. It was something deeper. Quieter. A solemn ache that this moment, this day, was finally hers. Theirs. A peace she hadn’t known she was waiting for pressed into her chest like a soft ache. It was overwhelming and still, somehow, comforting.They weren’t getting married again. They were already married. But today was a promise. A real one. A clean slate, with no secrets between them. A vow, this time, given by choice, not circumstance. Not blackmail.Behind her, the door creaked open, and Poppy stepped in with a smile. “You ready?”April turned, her mouth curving with emotion. “Almost.”Poppy walk
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April stepped into the house with a sigh, dropping her purse on the hallway table and slipping off her heels with a grimace. Her feet ached, her shoulders were stiff, and she hadn’t even had the energy to take off her blazer before Noah’s voice floated from the living room.“You’ve got thirty minutes to get ready,” he called. “Dinner reservations. And before you argue—we’re celebrating your win.”She frowned, stepping further into the room. He was standing by the bar cart, dressed to kill in a black suit with no tie, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a glimpse of skin. He looked... devastating.April blinked. “Wait, what win?”Noah came over, kissing her cheek lightly. “You, standing up for yourself. Your win. You put them in their place and walked out with your head high. We’re celebrating.”Her heart softened, but her pride flared slightly. “We lost the Paris group acquisition because of that damn leak.”Noah smiled patiently. “And yet, you didn’t let them rattle you. You mad
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The elevator doors opened with a low ding, and April stepped onto the executive floor of Harringtons with her head high and her spine straight.She could feel it immediately… something was wrong. It was the shift in the air, the whispered voices that stopped when she passed, the subtle tension strung too tight across the office. April had a feeling she was going to be very pissed before the morning was over.Her heels clicked a sharp rhythm as she moved toward her office. Neil was already waiting by the door, a folder clutched in one hand, a look on his face that said this wasn’t going to be a normal day. She could already feel her blood pressure rising, the heat in her temples building with each silent glance tossed her way.“Neil,” she greeted calmly, her voice smoother than she felt.“Can I speak with you?” he asked, voice low and tense.She nodded, pushing open the door to her office. The moment it shut behind them, Neil dropped the polished professionalism he wore like armor.“Th
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The morning light spilled lazily across the bedroom, catching on the mess of tangled sheets and bare skin. Noah stirred first, blinking against the soft gray light filtering in through the curtains. He shifted, his body deliciously sore, and smiled when he felt April tucked against him, her hand splayed possessively across his stomach.For a long moment, he just lay there, breathing her in. Her scent clung to the sheets, warm and sweet, threaded with the faintest trace of last night’s passion. His chest tightened, a slow ache he welcomed. She was here. She was his.He tilted his head, pressing a kiss to her hairline. April murmured something incomprehensible, shifting closer, her thigh sliding up to hook over his hip.“Careful,” he whispered against her temple, amusement threading his voice. “Unless you want a round two before breakfast.”April cracked one sleepy eye open, her mouth curving into a wicked smile. “And miss food? Never.”Noah chuckled, sliding out from under her carefully
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Noah kicked the bedroom door shut with a soft thud, never loosening his hold on her. April giggled against his mouth, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, her body molding to his.He didn’t rush. He kissed her slowly, deeply, his tongue teasing her lips until she opened for him, tasting her with a hunger that simmered beneath the surface. His mouth devoured hers, coaxing, teasing, claiming. Every stroke of his tongue was a promise: tonight, he was going to worship her.April whimpered softly, pressing into him. Her scent surrounded him, sweet and clean, a heady mix of her shampoo and her skin. He couldn’t get enough.Noah’s mouth traced the corner of her lips, down the line of her jaw, savoring the faint taste of her skin. He pressed kisses to the hollow beneath her ear, nipping lightly at her earlobe, feeling her shiver in his arms.“Noah,” she breathed, fingers sliding up into his hair, tugging lightly.He growled low in his throat, hands sliding to the b
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“Some threats aren’t made in anger. They’re made in love. The kind of love that would burn the world to keep someone safe.” By Unknown.Noah didn’t tell April he was going.It was early. He said he was leaving early for a meeting at the office—but he was lying. Not that he felt guilty about it. If he had told April where he was really going, she would’ve tried to talk him out of it. Would have worried, argued, softened his anger.He didn’t want to fight with his wife. He just wanted to protect her.So he got into his car and drove across town, heading in the opposite direction to his office. The streets were mostly empty, the gray morning light making everything look a little harsher. His chest was tight, his hands flexing on the steering wheel. He hadn’t slept much. Not after what had happened to April yesterday.Porsha had pushed her.True, the reason April had ended up in hospital hadn’t been because of the push, but that didn’t matter. The bitch had no right to touch his wife.And
