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CHAPTER 189

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The frantic, sun-drenched energy of Elara’s first summer mellowed into a rhythm that felt less like survival and more like living. She was four months old, a creature of delighted discovery with a laugh like tiny bells and a grip that could anchor a schooner. My world had contracted to the sublime micro-geography of her needs, but through her eyes, it had also expanded, every leaf and shadow a fresh miracle.

The town, meanwhile, was preparing for its own debut. The Stockholm symposium delegation was finalizing their trip. Mia, now the de facto leader, was a whirlwind of controlled panic, her presentations rehearsed to within an inch of their lives. The “Keeper’s Club” had become a local celebrity squad, their plant sale profits funding their travel.

We hosted a “bon voyage” potluck in the Commons. The air was crisp, smelling of woodsmoke and the last of the grilled corn. Elara, bundled in a squirrel-print sweater from Clara, held court from her stroller, observing the bustling scene w
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  • FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET   CHAPTER 190

    The crisp air outside the Salty Dog tasted of woodsmoke and impending winter, a clean, sharp contrast to the warm, tea-scented haze of the pub. Elara, suddenly animated by the change in temperature, waved her mittened hands at the sky, her breath puffing in a tiny, persistent cloud. That single, wobbly mark she’d made in the new Almanac seemed to hang in the air between Lanc and me, a silent, profound baton-pass. Volume One, our story of scars and salvage, was shelved, complete. Volume Two, her story, was a blank page, and we were merely its first guides.We walked home slowly, the three of us a single unit against the chill. Lanc carried her, facing outward now, her back to his chest, so she could see the world. I kept my arm looped through his, my head resting against his shoulder, feeling the solid, steady rhythm of his steps. The town was quiet in the post-frost lull, gardens put to bed, windows glowing gold in the early twilight.“A smudge,” Lanc said finally, his voice a low rum

  • FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET   CHAPTER 189

    The frantic, sun-drenched energy of Elara’s first summer mellowed into a rhythm that felt less like survival and more like living. She was four months old, a creature of delighted discovery with a laugh like tiny bells and a grip that could anchor a schooner. My world had contracted to the sublime micro-geography of her needs, but through her eyes, it had also expanded, every leaf and shadow a fresh miracle.The town, meanwhile, was preparing for its own debut. The Stockholm symposium delegation was finalizing their trip. Mia, now the de facto leader, was a whirlwind of controlled panic, her presentations rehearsed to within an inch of their lives. The “Keeper’s Club” had become a local celebrity squad, their plant sale profits funding their travel.We hosted a “bon voyage” potluck in the Commons. The air was crisp, smelling of woodsmoke and the last of the grilled corn. Elara, bundled in a squirrel-print sweater from Clara, held court from her stroller, observing the bustling scene w

  • FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET   CHAPTER 188

    Elara’s birth was a season of profound, messy, glorious immersion. Time dissolved into a cycle of feeding, diapering, and marveling. The outside world—the headland stewardship, the Stockholm preparations, the town’s gentle hum—felt like a distant planet we observed with benevolent detachment from our cozy, milk-scented spacecraft.Elara was a revelation. She had Lanc’s stubborn brow and my sea-glass eyes, and a voice that could go from a contented gurgle to a siren of need in 0.2 seconds. Hank’s otter carving became her totem; she would stare at it with an intensity that suggested she was memorizing its lines.Our inner circle adapted with military precision. Clara had organized a “Baby Watch” rotation, ensuring Lanc and I got at least one three-hour stretch of sleep each night. Miranda had, of course, compiled a longitudinal study of Elara’s feeding and sleeping patterns, presented to us in graph form “to identify emerging trends.” Arthur had become the master of the slow, pacing roc

  • FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET   CHAPTER 187

    Spring arrived with a tender, green insistence, mirroring the new life unfurling within me. My pregnancy had entered its final trimester, a time of profound, cumbersome wonder. The baby was a constant presence, a squirming, hiccuping tenant who dictated my sleep and my center of gravity. The sea glass ring on my finger now shared space with puffy fingers, and Lanc had taken to referring to me, with a mix of awe and anxiety, as "the command center."The "Almanac" had become a pregnancy journal, filled with our collective observations.Arthur: The way Gwen now navigates a room like a magnificent, careful galleon under full sail.Clara: The specific, contented sigh Gwen makes when she finally sits down, a sound of planets settling into orbit.Lanc (scrawled in the margin of a crib diagram): The sheer thereness of her. How did I ever live in a world without this gravity?We were in the home stretch, and the town seemed to hold its breath with us.The focus of public energy had decisively

  • FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET   CHAPTER 186

    Winter cocooned us in a profound, pregnant quiet. The secret of the baby was now a shared, glowing coal held between Arthur, Lanc, and me, warming us from the inside out. My engagement ring, the sea glass catching the low winter light, felt like a public declaration of our private, blossoming future. The town’s reaction had been a sustained, warm murmur of delight—less surprise than a sense of satisfied inevitability. “About time,” had been Bob’s gruff benediction.The “Almanac” notebook now had a new, secret section in the back, where Arthur and I began jotting down fragments for the baby.Gwen: The first flutter, like a gas bubble but magic. A tiny fish in a private sea.Arthur: Lanc’s face when you told him you felt it move—like someone switched on the sun behind his eyes.Lanc himself was undergoing a hilarious transformation. The man who could eyeball a structural load from fifty paces now approached assembling a crib with the terrified reverence of a bomb disposal expert. He’d s

  • FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET   CHAPTER 185

    The air was crisp with the promise of woodsmoke and apples, but inside me, a secret summer bloomed. I was eight weeks pregnant. The test, now hidden in my underwear drawer beneath a stack of journals, felt less like a plastic stick and more like a live wire. Arthur and I had decided to wait until after the first trimester to tell anyone, wanting to cradle the impossible news between just us for a little while longer. It made everything—the golden light, the taste of Arthur’s terrible morning coffee, the worn comfort of our routines—feel sacred and surreal.This private glow made the odd behavior of my friends all the more noticeable.It started with Lanc. He’d always been a creature of gruff habit, but lately, he’d developed a twitchy, preoccupied air. He’d cancel plans with vague mutterings about “supply issues” for the greenhouse. I’d catch him staring at me across the Salty Dog with an expression that wasn’t his usual fond-irritation, but something closer to… nervous reverence.“Yo

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