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65. Tiffany
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2026-08-14 22:44:40
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The Wife He Chose Too Late 70. The Kiss
Claire’s POVThat, more than anything, made my heart beat faster.Damien remained where he was, close enough that I could see the small movement of his chest as he breathed, but he didn't reach for me. He didn't try to turn what I'd said into something bigger than it was. He simply looked at me, and there was something almost unbearably careful in his expression.I lowered the photograph onto the bedside table. "You're doing it again."His eyebrows drew together slightly. "Doing what?""Looking at me like that."A faint smile touched his mouth. "I'm trying not to.""Why?""Because I'm not sure what you're thinking."I folded my arms loosely across my chest. "You could ask.""I could.""But you're not.""Because I don't want you to feel pressured into giving me an answer just because I want one."I stared at him for a moment. "You really are different from the man I remember being told about."His expression softened. "You haven't been told much about me.""I've been told enough.""By
The Wife He Chose Too Late 69. The Photograh
Claire's POV The nursery door closed softly behind us, and for a few seconds Damien and I simply stood in the hallway without saying anything. My hand was still resting over my stomach, almost as though I was afraid that if I moved it, the tiny flutter we had felt would disappear completely. I could still feel the memory of it in my palm even though the movement itself had stopped. I looked at Damien and found him watching me with that same stunned expression he'd had when the baby moved beneath our hands. There was something almost boyish about the way he looked, something I hadn't seen often since I had woken up in the hospital. It made him seem less like the intimidating businessman everyone else seemed to know and more like a man who had just been given something he wasn't sure he deserved. "I think our baby boy likes you," I said, smiling. His eyebrows lifted. "You've decided it's a boy now?" "I didn't decide anything." "You just called the baby 'he.'" I looked down at my
The Wife He Chose Too Late 68. The crib
Claire’s POV Three days later, Damien's prediction came true. The intercom buzzed just after ten that morning while we were finishing our coffee.Damien reached for the receiver beside the kitchen island, listening for a moment before a smile spread across his face. "I believe our living room is about to disappear."I looked at him curiously. "The delivery?"He nodded. "The concierge says there are several men downstairs asking where they'd like to put the mountain of boxes."I laughed, setting my mug in the sink. "I don't remember ordering a mountain.""I think the website used very flattering photographs."A few minutes later the front door opened, and one delivery man after another carried flat-packed boxes into the penthouse. They stacked them neatly in the living room until cardboard seemed to occupy every available space.I stared at the pile in disbelief. "I don't remember it looking quite this big."Damien folded his arms beside me. "I suspect the photographs were taken from
The Wife He Chose Too Late 67. The Nursery
Claire's POVNearly three weeks had passed since our ultrasound appointment, and somewhere along the way the penthouse had stopped feeling like a place I was borrowing from another version of myself.It hadn't happened all at once.There hadn't been a single morning when I'd woken up and suddenly remembered where everything belonged or felt as though I had reclaimed the life I'd lost.Instead, it had happened quietly, one ordinary moment after another.The notebook Emma had given me now rested permanently on the coffee table, its once-empty pages slowly filling with little discoveries about the woman I used to be and the woman I was becoming.The calendar hanging near the dining room no longer made me sad every time I looked at it. Instead of reminding me of everything I'd forgotten, it reminded me that life kept moving forward.Even Maria had somehow become part of my new routine. She arrived every Monday, Wednesday and Friday with grocery bags in one hand and opinions in the other,
The Wife He Chose Too Late 66. An Unexpected Visitor
Tiffany’s POV I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as traffic crawled through the late afternoon rush, trying to convince myself I was being ridiculous.He was working from home that was all. Executives did it every day. There was nothing suspicious about it. Nothing that justified the uneasy feeling twisting itself tighter and tighter inside my chest yet no matter how many times I repeated those words in my head, they refused to settle.Something had changed and I just couldn't figure out what.By the time I pulled into the underground visitor parking, I'd almost talked myself into turning around and driving straight home.Instead, I reached into the passenger seat, picked up the slim leather portfolio containing Monday's board documents and climbed out of the car.The familiar concierge looked up as I crossed the marble lobby. "Good afternoon, Miss Collins."I offered him an easy smile. "Good afternoon.""Here to see Mr. Laurent?""I've brought a few documents he needs before
The Wife He Chose Too Late 65. Tiffany
Tiffany's POVBy the time Friday afternoon rolled around, I had stopped believing Damien's decision to work from home was temporary.At first, I'd convinced myself it was nothing unusual because he'd been through a great deal over the past few weeks. Losing Claire, arranging a memorial, returning to work while trying to hold Laurent Group together... anyone would need time to recover but that explanation had worn thin.Damien Laurent wasn't the kind of man who hid from his company. If anything, he buried himself in work whenever life became difficult. He was always the first person through the office doors every morning and usually the last one to leave at night.Now he hadn't set foot in the building for days. Every meeting had become a video conference. Every document was being delivered to him instead. Every request went through Emma.I sat behind my desk staring at my inbox, but I hadn't read a single email in almost ten minutes. Something wasn't right.My eyes drifted toward Dami
The Wife He Chose Too Late 4. A Dinner for Two
Claire's POVThe message remained open on my phone long after I had finished reading it.Outside the penthouse windows, Manhattan glittered beneath the deepening evening sky, its countless lights stretching toward the horizon like stars scattered across black velvet. Normally I loved this view. The
The Wife He Chose Too Late 3. The Wife in Everything But Name
Claire's POVThe next morning, I left the penthouse before Damien not because I had an early meeting and not because my schedule demanded it but because I couldn't bear the thought of sitting across from him at breakfast while pretending his words from the night before hadn't lodged themselves bene
The Wife He Chose Too Late 2. A Wife By Contract
Claire's POVDamien's words settled over the room with all the force of a collapsing building. "We will need to discuss the divorce arrangements this week."For a moment, I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. The candles flickered softly between us. The meal I had spent hours preparing filled th
The Wife He Chose Too Late 1. Fourteen days
Claire's POVThe receptionist smiled as she handed me a small envelope. "Don't lose that," she said. "Most mothers end up keeping the first ultrasound forever."I looked down at the photograph tucked inside the envelope and felt something tighten in my chest.Forever.It was such a simple word, suc
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