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011 Can We Ever Stop Arguing?

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-11 15:54:57

(Serena)

“That’s not what I said,” James sounds fed up.

“No? Because it kinda sounded like you’re saying the bakery is only successful now because I married you.”

Everyone thinks it, the tabloids chirp about it. But I know my worth when it comes to baking.

He throws his hands up. “Don’t twist my words.”

“I’m not twisting. I’m just hearing them out loud.”

God, this is impossible.

Why does every conversation turn into a landmine? Even when we start out on steady ground, somehow we always end up in the wreckage. I want peace. I want love.

But mostly, I just want to stop feeling like I’m always fighting for my place next to him.

Silence stretches between us. Thick and tired.

My heart sinks because even when I try not to fight, even when I tell myself to let the little things go, the universe tosses in new reasons to hurt.

It’s like we’re trying to patch holes in a boat that keeps springing leaks.

But my bakery… it isn’t just a job to me. It’s who I am. It’s the reason he even knows me.
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    (Serena)“Wait—” Haylee stares at me, glass frozen halfway to her lips. “He offered you how much?”I take a sip of my cocktail and give her a small, helpless shrug. “One billion. From his private holdings. Not Hale Enterprises. Not the family estate. Just… James’s personal wealth.”Her jaw drops open. “Holy fuck! I—Serena, that’s not a settlement. That’s an empire.”“I know. It’s a ridiculous amount I can’t even get my head around.”“That’s private island, gold bathtub, I-wipe-my-tears-with-Versace kind of money.”I smile despite myself.Haylee’s in oversized sweatpants and a crop top, hair piled on her head like a pineapple, legs tucked under her on the couch.Her eyes are wide and there’s none of the weird awkward vibe I felt the last time we spoke.Must have been the hangover.“You could do anything,” she says, eyes sparkling. “Anything you’ve ever dreamed. Open ten bakeries. Fund women’s shelters. Travel the world. Sponsor yourself a Formula 1 team. Hell, buy the team.”I laugh. “

  • The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me   163 One Billion Strings

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  • The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me   162 Prepare Yourself

    (Serena)The next day, I get a call.It's early. The phone vibrates across the counter just as I’m checking the new staff schedule and finalizing supply numbers for both stores at my bakery office.I glance at the screen.Timothy Barnes. My lawyer.Ah, makes sense. Must be about the property. He’s been doing due diligence for me. Pending a proper clean-up from our little sprinkler disaster… I could move into the show home tomorrow.I swipe to answer. “Serena Langley.”“Ms. Langley, good morning.” His voice is even. “I’m calling regarding the Hale divorce proceedings.”I stop breathing.“Divorce proceedings?” I repeat. “But I thought you were calling about the property.”There’s a pause. “That’s not the purpose of this call, no. This is about your marriage dissolution. Were you aware?”“We’d… discussed it,” I manage. “But I didn’t expect him to move so fast.”Apparently, James Hale is a man of his word—especially when it’s about setting me free.“If it’s too sudden,” Timothy offers, “

  • The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me   161 Running from The Past

    (Serena)Ronan and I are both dried and in fresh clothes.We’ve called in take out.We take a walk around the property while waiting for delivery. He’s showing me the huge blocks I could buy and build on.“He doesn’t know any of that?” Ronan asks gently.“No. James has never known any of that.”“I’m not judging you,” he says. “But if James doesn’t know that part of you, the part that had to make that choice, carry it, and survive it… then he doesn’t really know you. Not all of you.”My stomach flips. Because it’s true. James knows the curated version.The woman with the big laugh and quick answers. He knows I get anxious in elevators and I eat chocolate frosting out of the tub at midnight when I can’t sleep—but he doesn’t know this.The part of me I’ve never let surface.“I didn’t think he needed to know,” I say. “I wanted to believe he and I could make it.”“That’s a lot of pressure you put on yourself and then the added pressure from the Hale faction. Did you ever stand a chance?”“

  • The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me   160 Sprinklers, Secrets, and Smoke

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  • The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me   159 Done With It All

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