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Married to the Wrong Billionaire Chapter 124
"What did she say when I left the room?"He asked it in the lift, to the brushed-steel doors, not to me. Twenty-two floors. The red numbers climbed."Which tray you'd bring.""That's not an answer.""It's accurate."He let it go. That was the part I couldn't stand. Two years ago he'd have held that lift between floors until I paid. Now he said "Okay" in the voice of a man who has noticed a door and decided not to try the handle, and I knew what that cost him. I'd paid it all week.I ran a bath because I needed a room that wasn't the kitchen. Hot enough to turn my knees pink. Bergamot soap, steam beading on the mirror and starting to run. I'd sunk to my shoulders when the door opened without a knock. He'd stopped knocking sometime in the second year and I'd never marked the day.He looked at me, at the water, at the tiles.Then he sat on the floor with his back against the tub, so his head lay level with mine and neither of us looked down."Eleanor's rule," he said."I noticed."The ta
Married to the Wrong Billionaire chapter 123
"You're holding that notebook like a shield," Eleanor said.I was on her sitting-room floor, cross-legged on the Turkish rug, wool scratching the heels of my hands. Beeswax and old fire ash. The cat had taken the arm of the sofa. Caiden had taken the doorway, where he stood with his hands in his pockets like a man waiting to hear which way the verdict went."Sit or leave," Eleanor told him. "You're making the room nervous."He sat. The only seat left was the footstool, which folded his knees up to his chest. He looked at them as if they belonged to somebody else."There," she said. "Now you know.""Know what?" I said."Write that down."I wrote *footstool. knees.* Then I uncapped the pen and used the sentence I'd used with forty strangers."Tell me about the last room that got it wrong.""Room twelve.""Which part?""The chairs." No hesitation. "Every visitor's chair sat lower than the bed. Six days I looked down at everyone I love. Caiden perched on the mattress and I *still* looked
Married to the Wrong Billionaire Chapter 122
"I'm not doing this for you," I said.Gravel popped under the tyres and went quiet. He cut the engine. Eight o'clock, a car park the grey of old dishwater, a Hertfordshire sky making no effort."I know.""Or for Eleanor.""Then why?"I'd been asking myself since Thursday, standing at the sink with my hands in cold water while he waited in the doorway working his jaw. I'd said *I'll come*. He'd said *thank you*. I'd said *don't*. Five days of manners since Sunday. Eggs on Thursday, eaten. The word *chair* not once said aloud."I want to watch his face when he hears."Caiden looked at the windscreen. "Go on.""I speak first. You don't interrupt.""Lena—""Agreed?"A muscle moved in his cheek. "Agreed."\* \* \*Locker fourteen. The key came on an elastic band that bit into my wrist for the next forty minutes. They took my phone, my coat, a roll of mints. The woman who patted me down had cold fingers and smelled of hand sanitizer, and the corridor beyond smelled of boiled cabbage and flo
Married to the Wrong Billionaire Chapter 121
"Six months, Dr. Osei thinks. Eight if I'm obedient."Eleanor said it to the washing-up bowl. Water to her wrists, hot enough to turn her knuckles pink, lemon soap steaming so thick I could taste it at the back of my throat. She passed me a soup bowl. It came out slick and scalding and I took it anyway."I don't intend to be," she said.I dried the bowl. The tea towel was starched stiff, older than me. I dried it again.Out in the garden the others were admiring the first rose growth. Caiden's back. Catherine's sketchbook. The cat, declining to participate."You're very quiet.""I'm drying.""You've dried that bowl twice." A spoon went into the rack. "He told you, of course."Three weeks of Caiden arrived in me at once. Home by six every night. The good tea from the shop on Clement, which he'd never bought before. A blanket tucked under my feet on the sofa. His palm on the back of my head when he thought I was asleep. I'd called it love. It was love. From the side, guilt looks exactly
Married to the Wrong Billionaire Chapter 120
The council responded in three weeks, not six.Caiden's phone rang on a Tuesday morning while he was at the Birmingham site — not the Aston school site, a preliminary visit to understand the existing infrastructure — and David Okafor's voice had the quality of someone who had been waiting to make this specific call.Caiden called me immediately after.I was at the pharmacy. Mara was beside me. She read my face when I answered and took the next three customers without being asked."They approved the consultation response," Caiden said. "The preliminary planning assessment is positive. The playground orientation, the side elevation, Josephine's seat — all approved." He paused. "David said the planning officer specifically noted the community consultation methodology as exceptional. He said he'd never seen a consultation document that mapped previous rejections and used them to build the new proposal.""Grace's document," I said."Grace's document," he confirmed. "The planning officer wa
Married to the Wrong Billionaire Chapter 119
The Isaac chapter took three attempts.Not because the words were wrong — because I kept explaining. I'd write a paragraph about Isaac's experience in the community centre and then add a sentence about why it mattered, what it meant, what the reader should take from it. Then I'd read it back and delete the explaining sentence. Then write another one. Then delete that.Jerome's rule was harder than it sounded when the subject was someone you wanted people to understand.At midnight I called Jerome.He answered because Jerome didn't observe conventional hours. "Isaac," I said."Tell me the problem," he said."I keep explaining," I said. "I show him in the community centre where every announcement is verbal and then I explain why that's wrong for him. I can't stop explaining.""Why do you want to explain," Jerome said."Because people might not understand," I said. "People who've never been deaf might not immediately grasp what it means to be in a space that communicates exclusively thro
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