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Chapter Twenty-One: They Have To Say It
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2026-06-27 05:45:04
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He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 299: He Finally Told Me What He Wanted
"I want ordinary evenings," Damien said, finally, like the sentence had been sitting ready and heavy for weeks. "Nothing to celebrate, nothing to arrange. Just you, home, with nothing either of us is proving.""We have ordinary evenings.""We have fewer than I want, and I've been bad at saying so." He pressed his palms flat against the table, gathering himself. "I want to finish saying this before we're both too tired to listen. I wish you were home. Not qualified. Not followed by *but ignore me, go do what you need to do.* Just that, sitting there plainly.""You could have just said that.""I know. I'm saying it now." He glanced up, something exposed in his expression. "Saying go has always felt safer than risking what happens after I want you here."I started to answer, some reflex rising to reassure him immediately, and caught myself before the words fully formed, letting him keep going instead."I've kept work I didn't need to keep too," he continued. "Missed chances to leave earl
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 298: When Are You Coming Home?
I sat with the empty place across from me longer than I should have, telling myself it was fine, that he'd come when he came, that I shouldn't make my own choice into something he had to hurry toward. Except I kept checking the clock anyway, kept listening for the door, the particular dishonesty of it settling uncomfortably in my chest. I was doing it again, hiding what I actually wanted behind the appearance of asking for nothing at all.I picked up my phone before I'd fully decided to and called him."Hi," he said, something slightly surprised in his voice. "Everything alright?""Everything's fine. When are you coming home?""I still have the quarterly summary and two emails that probably can't wait until—""Damien." I cut him off gently, feeling my nerve waver but pushing through it anyway. "I came home because I wanted to be with you. I'm hoping you'll come home too."The line went quiet for a second. "You've been sitting there waiting for me?""Yes.""Tonight. Because you actuall
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 297: I Went Home Before Him
I lifted my hand off the file, the motion smaller and less decisive than I expected it to feel, just fingers unclenching from a folder that had never once needed holding. I sent the message to Damien, I'm coming home, before I could second-guess it, and closed my laptop properly for the first time in weeks without anything left running in a tab somewhere behind it.Grace stopped by my office as I was gathering my things. "We're still finishing the follow-up calls for tomorrow's appointments. Nothing complicated, just confirming times with two families.""Who's handling it?""The coordinator. She's already drafted the calls." Grace glanced at me, something testing in her expression. "You don't need to be looped in unless something actually changes with a support plan.""Then I won't be," I said, and watched something ease slightly in Grace's shoulders too, like she'd expected me to ask for an update anyway and was relieved when I didn't.Claire appeared a minute later with the handover
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 296: Claire Asked Why I Was Still Holding It
I set the handover file aside finally, pulled the partnership terms toward me instead, and started reading properly this time, the decision waiting there genuinely requiring judgment rather than confirmation. Claire sat across from me, going through her own copy, and we worked through it together, the regional partner proposing to share intake data across both organizations."This clause," I said, tapping the page. "They want joint access to participant files before confirming referrals. That's not acceptable. It violates our whole privacy standard.""Agreed. I'd push back hard on that specifically." Claire marked it. "The staffing cost-share further down looks reasonable, though. It would actually lighten what Grace's team is carrying.""We can accept that part. Counter the data-sharing clause entirely." I drafted the response language while Claire read it over my shoulder, both of us working through something that genuinely needed two minds, nothing performed about the collaboration
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 295: I Fixed His Collar Anyway
Neither of us had slept well, and it showed in the particular care we both took that morning, every ordinary question arriving a beat too deliberate. "Coffee," Damien said, holding out a cup, and I took it with a careful "thank you" that neither of us would have bothered with a week ago, the familiar easiness of us somehow gone missing overnight.I kept reaching for small habits that usually came without thinking and finding them slightly altered, his hand not quite brushing mine when he passed the sugar, my own shoulder staying a careful inch from his instead of leaning in automatically the way it always did. We moved around each other in the kitchen, competent and polite, two people who loved each other performing a morning they both knew wasn't quite right.It was only when he reached for his jacket that I noticed his collar folded wrong beneath it, caught under the fabric on one side, and I crossed to him without thinking twice and fixed it, my fingers working the collar straight
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 294: We Went to Sleep Angry
"There were a few," I said finally, still holding his hand, needing to for the honesty to come out at all. "A training document Claire had already reviewed twice. I stayed until past seven to read it again. A Friday afternoon I could have ended two hours earlier. Claire could have handled both easily. I just didn't let her.""How many is a few.""I don't know exactly. I didn't keep count because I wasn't trying to. That's part of the problem.""That's not really an answer.""It's the honest one I have." I pulled my hand back slightly, not fully letting go, but needing the space to say the rest properly. "I'm not going to pretend I know the precise number so you can weigh it against something.""I'm not trying to weigh anything." He rubbed a hand across his jaw, visibly working through something. "I'm trying to understand how much time we actually lost that didn't need to be lost. That feels like a reasonable thing to want to know.""It feels like you're building a case.""I'm not buil
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