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“You don’t need money to lead a rich life, good friends and a loving family are worth their weight in gold.” By Susan GaleThe soft clink of glassware and low hum of polite chatter filled the room as servers moved between tables in crisp uniforms, offering desserts and refills. They had finished their meals. It was now time for everyone to mingle and look at the overpriced artwork.April glanced over at the artwork in question, displayed along the walls: some abstract, some breathtaking, most of it out of her taste range entirely. But Harringtons sponsored events like this. The money went to a good cause, but the work would only hang at the office, never in her home. That’s why tonight wasn’t about her preferences.It was about being seen. About proving she belonged here. So many times in the past, she had hidden behind her father, hoping not to be seen. Noah had been nice to her then.Across from her, Tally rubbed her belly, her face glowing beneath the warm light of the chandeliers.

The door clicked shut behind them, the echo of it falling heavily into the quiet of the brownstone. April leaned back against it, heels still on, lips slightly parted, her breath uneven.The public takedown of David. Willow’s touchy little display. The buzz of eyes watching her as she walked away like her father had taught her to.Noah turned the lock and looked at her, his jaw tight. His hands were shoved into his pockets like he was holding something back.“You didn’t push her away,” April said quietly.Noah exhaled, stepping in closer but not touching her yet. “I thought about it. Believe me, I wanted to. She makes my skin crawl. But if I’d made a scene after you’d already shut David down, it would’ve been chaos. Press was there. Your board was there. It would’ve made it look like you lost control of your personal life.”April’s eyes flicked up to meet his. “You were thinking about optics?”“I was thinking about you.” He paused, the heat between them sharpening. “And I’m sorry if it

“You never really know how heavy a secret is until you try to let someone help you carry it.” By Unknown.April didn’t know how long she sat in the car before her breathing evened out. At some point, the trembling stopped. Her hands were still clamped tight around the steering wheel, but her mind had gone eerily quiet.Not numb. Just... still.The kind of stillness that came after the worst of the crying, when your body stopped trying to pretend it could hold everything together.Kayla’s voice was still there, though. A broken record scraping her insides.She had to get out of here.The drive back to Harrington HQ passed in a blur. April didn’t remember the turns, the lights, the people. She just... arrived.She walked toward her office, her body moving on autopilot. She kept her eyes low, hoping no one would stop her, praying she wouldn’t run into anyone…“Jesus, April.”April halted, startled at the voice.Poppy.She stood outside the copy room holding a takeaway salad, brow furrowi

“Sometimes the silence says more than the words we’re too afraid to speak.” By Unknown.Noah stared at his phone, thumb hovering over the screen for longer than he wanted to admit. The message he’d typed was simple:Hey Poppy, Can you send me your address? Please. I need to see her. — NoahIt took less than a minute for the three dots to appear.Poppy: She’s still asleep. I’ll meet you out front so you don’t wake her. 27 Grafton. Just come.Noah was already moving.Traffic blurred past his windows as he made the drive, but he couldn’t focus on any of it. He was too busy replaying the look on Kayla’s face when he’d fired her. Too busy wondering how much April had believed. How deep the damage ran.And whether he could repair it at all.When he pulled up in front of the modest townhouse, Poppy was already standing at the edge of the porch, arms crossed, eyes sharp.He parked, cut the engine, and stepped out quietly.“Hey,” he said as he approached.Poppy nodded, her voice low. “She’s ins

Noah drove them home after dinner. Poppy had made pasta, and the five of them. They sat around her small table like they were just a normal little family. Jade had insisted he help her grate the cheese. All the while, April had grinned at him.The kitchen had been warm and golden, smelling like garlic and home cooking.Now the brownstone was quiet, dimly lit with only a few lamps on. April had gone to change into pajamas. Noah waited downstairs, still half-stunned by everything that had unfolded over the last twelve hours. His body was heavy with exhaustion, but his mind was wide awake.She came down in one of his old t-shirts and a pair of soft sleep shorts, her hair loose around her shoulders. She looked young and tired and heartbreakingly beautiful.They didn’t speak at first. They just moved around each other with a new kind of understanding. She handed him a glass of water. He brushed his fingers against hers. Nothing loud. Nothing rushed. He knew he needed to talk and tell her ab