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The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 111 Boundaries and Babies
(Serena)Ronan’s restaurant choice is predictably perfect.A private room, muted lighting, and a wine list that could pay for a semester of culinary school. But I didn’t come here to be impressed romantically.And I didn’t come alone.Haylee is walking in beside me. She gives Ronan a polite nod as he stands to greet me.“You brought backup,” he says, one brow arched.“I brought my best friend,” I say. “You know. In case this turned into some dramatic rooftop confession about fate. This is a business dinner.”Haylee giggles. “She means if you get handsy or poetic, I’m the one calling security.”Ronan smiles. “Well, you ruin all my fun.”“Good,” I say, settling into the booth. “Because I’m still a married woman, regardless of what my brother said happened.”“Wes thinks you deserve someone who sees you. I don’t disagree with him,” Ronan replies smoothly. “But I also know you haven’t expected anything except a business dinner, so let’s talk business.”He means it. I can tell. His flirtat
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 110 Finding The truth
(James)I land on the 74th floor and the entire Hale Tower shifts into motion.They see me. Everything sharpens. Cleaner lines, quieter voices, faster steps.A cup of black coffee is already waiting in the glass-walled corner office. Triple-filtered.No sugar. No cream. Perfect.“Mr. Hale, good morning,” Arden says as she steps into stride beside me. Impeccably tailored grey suit, hair back, tablet in hand. “COO-level briefings start in twenty. Leo has finalized encryption on the venture doc for the Emirati delegation. And Camilla wants five minutes about the Zurich deal.”“She can have four,” I say, scanning the morning alerts Theo left flagged on my desk.Arden gives the smallest nod. “Also… your father called. Twice.”“Let him wait.”Across from me, my personal office stretches across half the floor. Crystal skyline. Oak-and-black steel fixtures. Minimalist luxury. Power incarnate.This place is built to run countries.“Arden, cancel my one p.m. I’ll be at the mansion this afternoo
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 109 The Tonic of Real Life
(Serena)The smell of proofing dough hits me the moment I step through the back entrance of my bakery.It’s familiar. Safe. Mine.Leo’s already bouncing behind the espresso machine, headphones in, twisting shots and frothing milk like it’s a dance routine. He sees me and immediately tears one bud out.“You’re here!” he chirps. “Thank God. I was about to start free-styling over pastry orders again.”“Please don’t,” Alex says dryly from behind the counter, not looking up from the work iPad. “We lost two regulars last time.”The banter is easy, like stepping into a perfectly choreographed play. But something inside me is slower. Heavier. I know I belong here. This is the world I built from scratch.But I feel like an observer in my own life at the moment.“Hey boss,” Rosa says, coming out from the kitchen, apron streaked with raspberry compote. “Don’t think we didn’t notice the latte art’s gone downhill since you left. Leo tried to do a phoenix and ended up with a shrimp.”“Rude,” Leo mu
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 108 Women Like Us
(Serena)The restaurant Sabine chose is discreet and impossibly chic.It’s the kind of place where no one raises an eyebrow when two of the most influential women in the world walk in with their security detail just behind them.I’m already seated when they arrive- Vivian in an ivory pantsuit and killer heels, Sabine in her signature navy wrap dress and a diamond tennis bracelet that likely costs more than my bakery equipment.I stand to greet them, bracing myself against the table, careful not to let my weight fall on the wrong foot. Sabine notices instantly. Of course she does.“You’re limping, and you have a sling?” she says gently as we sit. “What happened?”“I slipped,” I reply smoothly. “Top stair, outside Hale Mansion. It wasn’t as dramatic as it sounds.”Vivian’s eyes narrow. “You were fine when we left the other night.”“I was.” I force a smile. “It’s nothing. I’m okay.”They don’t push, but I can feel the awareness hanging in the air. These women have made a life out of read
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 107 A Different Woman?
(Serena)My bedroom is just as I left it.Faded posters on the inside of the closet door, a bookshelf sagging with my old baking competition trophies, and the vintage lamp I begged my parents to keep instead of replacing with something more grown-up.It still flickers when I turn it on.I haven’t slept here since before college. Way before James. But Mom keeps all our rooms the same. Just in case we ever need anything, she says.The sheets are soft, freshly laundered, and I curl under them like a girl trying to forget the world beyond the window.I can still hear Wes and Dad talking downstairs. Mom’s in the kitchen, probably planning dinner.They mean well. They love me unconditionally. But they can also see no wrong in me. And like James Hale, I’m not perfect. I’m a house of cards one deep breath away from collapse.I press the side of my head to the pillow and close my eyes.Then open them again. No peace.I’m still angry. Still bitter. Still banged up from the fall, losing the baby
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 106 A Clear Line
(James)Savannah moves toward me with a damp cloth in her hand, but I hold up mine before she can touch me.“Don’t,” I say. “I’ll sort it out.”She stops, cloth hovering in the air, eyes wide and wounded. “James…”“I mean it. This isn’t appropriate right now. You shouldn’t be here.”She doesn’t back away. She never does.“I saw them leaving, your face…” Her voice softens. “I just wanted to check on you. As a friend. That’s not a crime.”“No,” I say, turning away. “But it’s not nothing either.”She lingers. I can feel waiting around behind me, and for once, I wish she’d just take the hint. Maybe Serena is right about Savannah. But I’ve lived us from Savannah’s point of view too, and I get why Savannah has trouble letting us go.“I’m not going to apologize for still loving you,” she says gently. “I’ve never hidden that.”I turn round and wince a little. I feel bruised in places I didn’t forgotten could hurt. It’s been years since I had a fist fight. I feel kind of energized. I know Wes
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