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Chapter 162: Midsummer
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The Billionaire’s Regret Clause;One Year Together. One Love Chapter 302 Epilogue, Dedication, Author's Note and Acknowledgement
Epilogue Eighteen months after the withdrawal of the dissolution petition, on a Wednesday morning in March, Ernest Calloway stood at the kitchen garden gate with a cup of coffee and watched his husband argue with a quince tree. Not argue in the metaphorical sense. Don was standing at the north boundary in his coat with both hands in his pockets, looking at the smaller of the two quince trees with the specific expression he reserved for things that were not doing what he thought they should be doing — the expression that was not anger, precisely, but a very precise and focused form of disapproval. Thomas, who had come on his Monday two days before, had apparently told Don something about the tree's secondary branching that Don had not yet reconciled himself to. Ernest did not know the details. He had been in the study during Thomas's visit, managing the quarterly accounts, and had heard Don and Thomas at the north boundary for a full forty minutes and had learned enough about the con
The Billionaire’s Regret Clause;One Year Together. One Love Chapter 301: What He Came Back For
Ernest Calloway did not attend press events. He had not attended them for eleven years, not since the Calloway Group had grown large enough that his presence at the podium was no longer required and his absence had become its own kind of statement — the statement of a man who had decided that his time was worth more than his visibility. His publicist had accepted this. His board had accepted this. The financial press had accepted this and had written about the acceptance in the specific language they used for billionaires who declined to perform: reclusive, private, enigmatic. Ernest had read all three words applied to himself across eleven years and had felt nothing particular about any of them. He felt something about the word that had appeared in the filing. The word was petitioner. Don Ashford, petitioner, in the matter of the dissolution of the civil partnership of Ashford-Calloway. Don had filed first. Ernest had known he would. Don had always been the one who did the thi
The Billionaire’s Regret Clause;One Year Together. One Love Chapter 300: Building Forever
July, Thirty-Fifth YearOn a Saturday morning in July of the thirty-fifth year, Ernest and Don walked to the quince grove.The walk was the walk they had been making since the twenty-eighth year — the summer habit, the July walk to the inside of the grove. The walk was now its own established thing: the seven years of the July grove walk, the walk with six previous July grove walks in it, the walk that had become as much a part of the summer as the foxgloves or the sound of the mower or the specific quality of the light in the late afternoon.They left the house at nine. The July morning was already warm — the kind of warmth that in England carries the memory of cooler places, the air holding the heat differently than in more southern climates, more gently, more tentatively. The sky was clear, a high pale blue that seemed to go on forever. The birds were singing in the particular relaxed way of mid-summer, when the urgency of nesting and mating was past and the business of feeding and
The Billionaire’s Regret Clause;One Year Together. One Love Chapter 299: The Ordinary Morning, Thirty-Fifth Year
June, Thirty-Fifth YearIn June of the thirty-fifth year, Ernest woke at six.The June light was already at the curtains — the long English summer light that arrived before the house was ready for it, the light that was one of the specific qualities of the thirty-fifth June that was also the quality of the first June and all the thirty-three Junes between them. The light in June was different from the light in any other month: earlier, brighter, more insistent. It came through the curtains not as a suggestion but as an announcement. The day was here. The day was happening. The day would not wait.He did not immediately get up. He lay in the accumulated quality of the thirty-fifth June morning — the morning that was the morning with thirty-five years of mornings in it, the accumulated present at its most recent point.This was something he had learned over the decades: the present moment was never just the present moment. The present moment contained all the previous present moments th
The Billionaire’s Regret Clause;One Year Together. One Love Chapter 298: The Five Books
Spring, Thirty-Fifth YearIn the spring of the thirty-fifth year, Caroline came to stay for a week.She came in May — the season of the foxgloves and the grove in blossom and the thirty-fifth year of the arrangement and the fourteenth year of Ruth's tenure and the thirty-fifth spring of everything that had been planted or built in the first year. May in England was a particular kind of promise: the frosts finally over, the days lengthening, the garden exploding into growth after the hesitation of March and the preparation of April. The foxgloves were at their peak in May — the tall spires of flowers in their various shades of purple and pink and white, the bees working them steadily, the specific quality of the foxglove in full bloom that Thomas had called "the plant at its most confident."Caroline arrived on a Friday. Don collected her from the station — still, after thirty-five years, the invariable form. The station at Elmsworth, the same platform, the same walk to the car, the sa
The Billionaire’s Regret Clause;One Year Together. One Love Chapter 297: The Quince Grove Complete
October, Thirty-Fourth YearRuth came in October of the thirty-fourth year.She came at nine in the morning — not the ungodly hour of a gardener's true dawn, but the hour that had become their established time for meetings at the kitchen garden gate. The October morning was cool but not cold, the kind of morning that in England holds the memory of summer and the anticipation of autumn simultaneously, the air carrying both the sweetness of the season's end and the sharpness of what was coming.Ruth came to the kitchen garden gate with the specific quality of a gardener in her fourteenth year.Ernest saw her coming from the kitchen window. He had been making tea — the morning tea, the first of the day, the ritual that had not changed in thirty-four years except in the quality of its accumulated depth. He watched Ruth approach. She walked differently than she had walked at twenty, when she first came to the estate as a young gardener full of enthusiasm and theory and the kind of knowledg
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