Semua Bab Lawfully Wedded Nanny (BWWM): Bab 1 - Bab 8

“Dr. Benson asked me to marry him.” The words were soft — so quiet that for a moment, Richard Abbott thought he’d misheard. But they hung in the air between them, fragile and final. “I said yes.” They weren’t just words. They were bullets, lodged in his chest before his heart had time to brace. Silence stretched through the room, long and stiff. The ticking antique clock on the far wall sounded too loud, too smug in the space she’d just fractured. Richard didn’t move. Couldn’t. He was seated behind his desk — the same place where he’d written checks, signed school forms, planned project bids. It felt absurd that this would be the place where she told him she was leaving. “Congratulations.” It came out too fast. Mechanical. Hollow. Like a pre-recorded message he didn’t remember hitting ‘play’ on. It wasn’t what he felt. Not even close. “Thank you, Mr. Abbott,” Monet said, voice still gentle, but a little too even. Mr.

The shrill telephone ring from somewhere on his office floor aroused him from his musings. There was a pile of documents that needed his attention on his desk, a blueprint he had to overlook in his system, but for the first time in three years since Hannah's death, he had no urge to work. Work had been his escape after her death, the minute he figured out Monet knew exactly what she was doing with the kids, he'd plunged himself into his company. Dealing with his grief by taking his company to one of the most sought-after architectural firms to look out for in such a competitive market. Three days since she announced her engagement to Kyle, his house had become an echo of warmth. Hell! It felt just as raw as Hannah's passing. The kids were moving in silence; even Carter—who undoubtedly didn't grasp the entire situation had taken to sulking. Everything irritates him. Sweet Meredith no longer hangs around the kitchen with Monet anymore. She doesn't ev

Monet sat across from Kyle at their favorite restaurant, the soft glow of candlelight flickering between them. She tried to focus on the conversation — the way his warm brown eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way his voice made her feel safe like she didn’t have to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. But tonight felt different. There was a tension in the air she couldn’t shake, no matter how many times she adjusted in her seat or took a sip of wine. Kyle had always been her steady constant — the man who never asked too much, who treated her with unwavering kindness. He respected her boundaries, encouraged her career, and never rushed her. But tonight, there was urgency in his voice. An edge she wasn’t used to. “I’ve been offered a job in another city,” Kyle said, leaning slightly forward. His voice was calm, but something restless simmered beneath the surface. “It’s a great opportunity. The kind of thing that could take my career to the next

The bridal boutique smelled like vanilla and fresh lilies—like someone had tried to bottle romance and spray it over every rack of tulle and satin. Monet stood in front of the gilded mirror, a vision in an ivory strapless crepe satin sheath wedding dress, its cathedral-length flare whispering against the marble floor, Swarovski crystals catching every drop of light. She looked divine. Radiant. And so utterly unlike herself that it startled her. "You look like a Disney princess," Meredith said from her spot on the cream velvet sofa, swinging her legs that didn't quite reach the ground. Her big blue eyes sparkled with wonder. Monet smiled, smoothing a hand over the beaded bodice. "We both look like princesses, Mer. You in your flower girl dress? You're stealing the show." Meredith giggled, pleased. Kyle had agreed to an intimate wedding. Small, elegant. Friends and family only. Mother Margaret was flying in, along with a few nurses and teachers Mo