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The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 120 The Perfect Game Plan
(Savannah)The Whitaker Estate breathes around me like a sleeping animal.Old walls groaning in the wind, glass fractured but still catching light, and the moss thick on the stone path like velvet decay.But I will fix it all up and restore it to be my home.I walk through the front hall with a slow, deliberate pace, my boots echoing in the vast, broken quiet.My hand trails the edge of the stone hearth, the same one where James and I once made chili that nearly killed us.Where he kissed me for the first time. Where he promised me everything.It’s all still here.And soon… so will he be. With me.I stand in the center of the ruined hall and close my eyes, picturing it as it will be: the fire lit, the light warm, the wine uncorked, a meal served on mismatched plates to look like charm instead of a calculated illusion.Not that we’ve ever had real wine here before. We were far too young then. But we pretended and we daydreamed.Of being like our parents. Of taking over and running an e
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 119 Earl Grey & Company Hi-Jinks
(Serena)“Wait,” James says, one hand still tucked in his pocket as I start to shift toward the door. “Are you free for a bit?”I pause. “Depends. Why?”He glances at the clock, then back at me. “Afternoon tea. Conference suite. It’s a thing we do early week when we can, the senior team, sometimes interns.”“Sounds cool.” “Arden calls it productivity refueling. Theo calls it damage control. It’s informal.”“And you want me to… join?”His expression softens, but there’s something in it, something boyish, cautious. “Only if you want to. They’ll be thrilled.”“They will?”He nods. “And I think you’d like seeing what it’s like… when I’m not CEO Hale. It’s kinda like a ‘yes day’ for them. They are allowed to speak freely.”I hesitate. I wasn’t going to linger here. But that does sound fun and I’ve never really seen him in this way. Maybe I can learn some new things about him too.“Okay,” I say. “Why not?”James grins… actually grins… and gestures for me to follow. “I think I’m going to re
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 118 The Visit
(Serena)I’m halfway through uploading revised product menus for the bakery expansion proposal when Haylee FaceTimes me.Twice.By the third ring, I give in and answer. “Haylee I’m trying to work…”“It’s happening,” she says. “And I don’t mean maybe or someday. I mean this weekend. Friday to Tuesday. Confirmed, booked, blessed, and scheduled down to the hour.”“What?”She flips her phone around and shows me her laptop screen … a spreadsheet filled with RSVP confirmations, accommodation assignments, catering contracts, and a banner at the top labeled:LANGLEY FAMILY REUNION – LAKE VILLA ESTATE – THIS WEEKEND.My stomach dips. “This weekend… Haylee…”“No, no. Don’t start. Everyone’s already in. Your aunts are driving down Friday morning. Wes is picking up the twins. He’s had to change his surgery schedule. Your mom’s baking three pies today. It’s not a maybe anymore. This is happening.”“I thought it would get postponed,” I say, sitting back on the couch. “I didn’t think there’d be time
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 117 Faith In The Quiet
(Serena)The ceiling of my childhood bedroom glows faintly with the cheap plastic stars I stuck there when I was twelve. Most have partially peeled off. Most cling like they were built to survive. Like me.I’m buried under my oldest quilt, faded lilac and blue patches… warm, heavy, grounding. My ankle is still stiff from the fall. My shoulder is tender but I’ll get there. But, it’s not what’s keeping me awake.It’s the press. It’s Savannah. Her close history with James. The part of her he remembers and wants to help. It does feel threatening. But if she ends up being his choice, what can I do about it?It’s Margot’s cold voice echoing in my head. Her threats. Her hate of me. Because I love her son. Actually, she’s pathetic. How can you not welcome someone who loves your son?It’s James, holding someone else’s baby like it’s his. His constant defense of them in his life. I want him to choose me, but he needs to be able to do that because it’s what he wants, not nust what I want.My
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 116 The Space Between
(Serena)The kitchen smells like cinnamon apple pie and roast chicken and home.Not perfection … home. The kind of place where someone is always bickering over salad tongs and someone else is licking frosting from a spoon.Mom moves around the stovetop with her usual calm authority, soft hums and steel glances that communicate everything without a single raised voice.Dad’s in the corner with a coffee, watching the twins argue over whether cloth napkins are “pretentious” or “just adulting.”“Honestly, Erin,” Marcy says, pinching one between her fingers, “not everything elegant is bourgeois.”“And not everything wrinkled is ‘vintage aesthetic,’ Marcy.”I’m perched at the kitchen table, still in my hoodie, my body present but my heart somewhere in limbo. Wes leans against the doorframe, arms folded, gaze sharp … protective, annoyed, and ready to declare war with a single sentence.“So?” he asks, cutting through the noise. “Are you staying? Or are we going to play ‘marriage roulette’ aga
The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me 115 Pressure Points
(Margot)I don’t scream. I don’t throw glasses. I don’t melt down.I dial.“Margot,” Savannah answers like we’re old friends at brunch, not co-conspirators.She’s being casual and I’m watching my plan unravel in real time.“What the hell are you doing?”A pause.“I assume you saw the press release,” she says carefully.“You issued a statement with a photo of James holding the baby and labeled it ‘Hale Heir Supports New Mother’? Without clearing it through me? Don’t go rogue on me, Savannah. I’m warning you.”“James was holding him, I have a plan. Don’t worry. Serena has left the mansion. It’s all working out.”“Don’t say her name to me right now.”I pace across the penthouse like I’m circling a kill. Charles doesn’t even look up. Of course not.He hasn’t lifted a finger since James took over unless it involved a golf club or a scotch bottle.“James was here just now,” I snap. “He brought your child. Said we were to leave Serena alone. Said if we didn’t, he’d sever personal and profess
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