LOGINOver the next few days, Marshall was moping around, heartbroken. Camilla wished she had known how to ease the pain.
"Camilla, babe, you need to just let him ride it through. He will get over it," Bradford reassured her."Maybe we can take them to Blackpool for the day," he suggested."That's an awesome idea," Camilla responded.Going to her aunt's place, she said, "Meghan, Aunt Joyce, get ready, we're going out for the day."She then walked oIt was the kind of late spring afternoon that made even the most tightly wound accountant consider skipping spreadsheets in favor of sunshine and prosecco.The gardens of the Hemmingway estate in Alderley Edge been transformed into a soft sprawl of white tents, wildflowers, fairy lights, and laughter. A year to the day since Grace and Jullian had exchanged their irreverent vows in front of the same people now sprawled on picnic blankets and cushioned loungers, holding champagne flutes and telling stories that grew more exaggerated with every retelling.Grace stood beneath an arched trellis draped with white roses and wisteria, her pale blue dress fluttering in the breeze. She looked radiant, if slightly pale, and kept pressing her fingers to her temple like she was trying to ease out a headache she couldn’t quite shake.Aunt Ruby, observant as ever, approached with a gentle smile and a champagne flute she didn’t intend Grace to drink. “You alrigh
Grace had never moved so fast in her life, not even during year-end audits. The second they got home from the anniversary party, she marched straight to the bathroom like a woman on a mission, yanked open the drawer Jullian had mentioned, and found the telltale pink box wedged between a spare eyeliner and half a dozen blister packs of paracetamol.She turned slowly, staring at Jullian, who leaned in the doorway, arms folded and one eyebrow quirked.“You really did buy one,” she said.“Two, actually. Just in case the first one breaks under the weight of your disbelief.”She held up the box. “You knew before I did.”“I suspected,” he said. “Knowing is your job. I just watch you closely.”Grace huffed, tore open the box, and disappeared behind the bathroom door with a muttered, “Fine, but if this says anything other than 'not pregnant,' I am holding you personally responsible.”“Deal,” Jullian said, grinning.Two m
The soft hum of the coffee machine had become a comforting background score to mornings at Jones & Co. Monday arrived in its usual blur of caffeine, spreadsheets, and semi-organized chaos. Grace was already at her desk, the scent of her Mochachino latte wafting through the air, while Jullian strolled in with the swagger of a man who’d finally learned how to work a filing cabinet.“You’re five minutes late,” Grace said without looking up.“I was delayed,” he replied, dropping a croissant on her desk like a peace offering. “Some kid challenged me to a race on a scooter. I couldn’t say no. I have a reputation to maintain.”“Of being what? Cheshire’s most easily distracted private investigator?”“Investigator-turned-semi-accountant, thank you. My CV’s very confused.”Their flirtatious sparring had become background noise to the office, much like the printer that never quite worked and the radio that played the same four songs on a l
Grace barely slept. The voice from the blocked number echoed in her head like a warning bell.“They’re watching all of you.”She lay curled in bed beside Jullian, his arm tight around her, both alert, both pretending sleep was still an option. Every time she closed her eyes, the voice returned, gravelly, insidious, like someone standing right beside her.By 5 a.m., she was already dressed, coffee in hand, and pulling up every flagged case file they had, her fingers moving like lightning across the keyboard. The sun hadn’t even risen yet, but her instincts told her the game had just changed. Again.At 5:22, Jullian joined her at the kitchen table, hair still damp from the shower and phone to his ear. He didn’t speak right away, just placed a hand on her lower back, a small gesture, but grounding.“I’ve got we're busy tracing that number. I'll cross-reference it with old Inovar records and employee data.” He set the phon
The London wind cut a little sharper than the Amalfi breeze, but Grace barely noticed. Wrapped in Jullian’s coat, her oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, and her hand tightly clasped in his, she stepped off the plane smiling.“You realise we just left paradise for spreadsheets?” she teased, lips curving as she looked up at him.Jullian slung an arm around her shoulder. “Spreadsheets and private investigations. Don’t undersell the glamour.”Their chauffeur was already waiting by the Bentley, loaded with lattes and a playlist Grace had curated before their honeymoon. As they slid into the back seat, the reality of their return began to hum beneath the surface, emails, board meetings, whispered deals, and unfolding mysteries. But right now, all Grace could do was sigh and rest her head against Jullian’s shoulder.“Think we’ll get a day before chaos hits?”He kissed her forehead. “If by day, you mean thirty-five minutes before my phone
The next morning, Jullian handed her a small white envelope.“What’s this?” she asked, blinking sleepily.“Your real surprise.”She opened it and gasped.It was a letter confirming her honorary fellowship with the Board of ChartedAccountants, a prestigious award given only deserving .“But—how—”“I nominated you months ago,” he said softly. “Before the wedding. And they saw what I saw, your work, your vision. You deserve it.”Grace stared at the letter, tears blurring the words. “I don’t know what to say.”“Just say you’ll keep doing what you do best, crunching numbers."She tackled him back into bed, kissing him all over. “How did I get so lucky?”He grinned against her neck. “You seduced me in a hospital. The rest is history.”The sun began its slow descent over the Amalfi coast, casting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The villa’s terrace was bathed in golden light as Grace and J
Arriving at Wythenshawe Hospital, Lloyd and Meghan both sprang out of the car, racing to the hospital entrance. They immediately inquired about the waiting room for the maternity ward. Being given directions, Lloyd grabbed her hand and dragged her as they raced to the maternity wards waiting room.
Almost a year had past. The twins celebrated their first birthday in lock-down. They commemorated the anniversary of dear Joyce and also Meghan's sixteenth Birthday. Morgan is now five years old and growing so quickly. Marshall is now eighteen and in his final year of school.Camilla sat on her bed
It's all about enjoyment, peer pressure and heartbreak as Marshall prepares for the sophomore dance.As the dance drew closer, Camilla got more excited, seeing how her son had grown up. "If only his father had been here and been the dad he should have been to see his son today,
The newly-weds got up early the next morning and headed out to Heathrow Airport. At the airport they were met by Bradford and Camilla. "So you needed to see that we boarded the plane?" Frederick jested with Bradford. "Well, if we don't, no one will," Bradford joked back. "Jokes aside. We're ac







