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Sinful Attraction:My Billionaire Husband And His Best Friend Epilogue
The garden was my sanctuary now, even more so than the quiet corners of the house. Two years had passed since the vow renewal, and the late afternoon sun warmed the massive stone terrace where I sat, the scent of late-blooming roses and damp earth a comforting perfume.I was huge. My body, usually neat and compact, was stretched tight and round, a beautiful, unwieldy vessel carrying the culmination of all my dreams. The baby; ours, Calan’s and mine, was due any day now, and I sat back in the deep wicker chair, feeling the intense, slow undulations of a little elbow or a tiny heel pressing against the taut skin of my abdomen.My thoughts were a tapestry of memories, woven together with the golden thread of the past two years.It had been an incredible, overwhelming, and profoundly beautiful journey.The immediate high of the vow renewal had seamlessly transitioned into the dedicated focus of my final year of university. I remembered the sheer, exhilarating relief of my graduation. Cala
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The day dawned impossibly bright, a crisp late-autumn morning filtered through a high, clear sky. It wasn't the kind of lavish, dramatic weather you’d order for a society event; it was the kind of honest, beautiful weather you’d choose for a new beginning.I woke nestled against Calan, his arms a familiar, heavy anchor. Today was the day. The day we would replace the memory of that necessary, timid first wedding with the vibrant, joyful reality of our true, hard-won love.The planning had been swift, efficient, and wonderfully ours. It was small, exactly as Calan had promised. The location was the courtyard of a historic, private club Calan owned upstate—a place of quiet elegance and old stone, surrounded by towering, autumnal trees.As I dressed, the atmosphere was one of quiet, shared excitement. Mildred, who had been elevated to the role of my primary maid-of-honor and spiritual guide, hovered, her eyes bright with suppressed tears.The dress, the simple, exquisite ivory lace that
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The day after April had spent hours navigating the exquisite chaos of wedding gowns with Alexa, the atmosphere in the Eastwood penthouse was one of settled, blissful normalcy. Michael had returned from the office slightly early, the memory of his recent confession and the impending joy of fatherhood softening the hard edges of his professional life.He found April exactly where he expected her to be: curled up on the expansive, L-shaped sofa in the living room, a massive, antique art book resting precariously on her visibly rounding stomach, a delicate sheen of fatigue visible beneath her usual vibrant energy. The early stages of pregnancy had mellowed her, replacing her relentless drive with a quiet, grateful contentment.Michael shed his jacket and tie with a sigh of relief, walking over to the sofa and settling beside her. He carefully lifted the heavy book and placed it on the coffee table before pulling her gently into his embrace."Long day?" April murmured, turning her head to
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The first rays of morning light were struggling to penetrate the heavy silk drapes, casting the bedroom in a soft, ethereal gloom. I woke slowly, my body humming with a deep, sensual exhaustion that was infinitely more satisfying than any amount of sleep. The scent of Calan's skin, the faint, lingering musk of our shared passion, was my immediate comfort.I was curled into his side, my head resting on his shoulder, my arm thrown possessively across his powerful chest. I opened my eyes to find him already awake, looking not at me, but up at the ceiling, his expression quiet, contemplative, and profoundly serious.I shifted slightly, my movement subtle, but he noticed instantly. He turned his head, his gaze sweeping down to mine, and a faint, tender smile touched his lips.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy with sleep. He squeezed me gently, his arm tightening around my waist.“Good morning,” I replied, my voice thick with sleep. “You’re up early in your he
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The late afternoon sun was slanting golden and low across the vast, manicured lawn of the university quad. The final seminar of the day had wrapped up, and I was lingering near the main gates, enjoying the pleasant exhaustion that follows a good, demanding session. The air was cool, carrying the faint, earthy scent of autumn leaves, a perfect counterpoint to the intellectual heat of the day.I was thinking about Michael. Seeing him in his element had been a genuinely wonderful experience. Our conversation afterward had settled a chapter of my life with a quiet, powerful finality. The lingering ghosts were gone, replaced by a solid, uncomplicated respect that felt infinitely more valuable than any fleeting, youthful crush.I felt Michael’s happiness for April deeply, and in turn, I felt a serene, unshakable contentment with my own path, my own choice.A sleek, black Mercedes sedan, instantly recognizable even among the expensive vehicles dotting the campus perimeter, pulled up silently
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The air in the lecture hall, usually stuffy and oppressive, felt electric. The hum of anticipation from a hundred returning students, the scent of fresh coffee, and the familiar scrape of chairs against the floor, it was a soundscape I hadn't realized how much I missed. I was back.It had taken a week of persistent, gentle arguments with Calan, culminating in a few tearful pleas that finally convinced him that my return to classes was not a flight from him, but a flight to myself. He’d made the necessary calls, and just like that, I was officially reinstated, ready to begin my final year of undergraduate studies. I was terrified, yes, but mostly, I was exhilarated.I was sitting near the front, a notebook open, a pen poised, ready to soak up every word. And then, the lecturer walked in, and I felt a familiar, pleasant jolt of recognition.Micheal....He looked completely at home behind the podium. His usual custom-tailored suit had been replaced by a sport coat and crisp trousers, sli
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