My Ex's Boss is My Baby's Father의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 107

The letter arrived on a Tuesday morning in March, tucked between a supplier invoice and a school newsletter about Leo's upcoming science fair. Chloe almost missed it.The envelope had the Fashion Institute's crest embossed in the upper left corner, which she registered absently as she stood at the kitchen counter sorting mail while Marcus sat in his bouncer on the table making his almost-laugh sound at the ceiling. She opened it expecting a gala invitation or a request to sit on a judging panel, the usual correspondence that came with being visible in the industry.She read the first paragraph twice.Then she put the letter down and looked at Marcus, who had no opinion about lifetime achievement awards but offered his almost-laugh anyway, generously.She was thirty-six years old.The Fashion Institute's Lifetime Achievement Award had been given to thirty-nine recipients in its history. The youngest previous recipient had been forty-four. The letter acknowledged this directly, noting t

It came in the regular post, which was somehow the detail that struck Chloe most.Not through lawyers. Not through a publicist or a mediator or any of the official channels that had handled every previous communication between them. Just a white envelope with her London business address written in handwriting she recognized immediately despite not having seen it in years, forwarded from the office to the house because her assistant flagged personal correspondence separately.She was at the kitchen table when she opened it, Marcus napping upstairs, the twins at school, Leo at a friend's house for the afternoon. The house was quiet in the particular way it only got during the narrow window between school pickup and the evening's activity, and she had been using the quiet to review fabric samples for a spring delivery, which was why the letter sat unopened for twenty minutes before she got to it.She saw the return address first. A flat in Croydon. Then the handwriting on the first line,

The first piece Leo sold was a hoodie.He had designed it himself, working at the small drafting table in his bedroom that had started as a place for homework and gradually accumulated fabric swatches, sketch pads, and a secondhand sewing machine he had researched for three weeks before asking for it as a birthday present. The hoodie was oversized, structured at the shoulders in a way that was unusual for the style, made from deadstock cotton he had sourced himself after watching Chloe negotiate with suppliers often enough to understand that deadstock was both cheaper and more sustainable than new fabric.He sold it to a boy in his class for forty pounds. The boy wore it the following Monday, and by Friday, Leo had three more orders.He came to Chloe with the orders written in a notebook, his handwriting still the large, slightly uneven script of someone who had not fully made peace with the size of his own hands. He laid the notebook on the kitchen table and explained what had happen

Chloe thought they were going to Greece for a holiday.This was not unreasonable. They had been to the same private beach estate twice before, once for their honeymoon and once for a summer week when the twins were two and Marcus was not yet born and everyone had agreed that what the family needed was ten days with no schedule and direct access to warm water. She had good memories of the place. When Lucien suggested it for their fifth anniversary, she had agreed without suspicion and spent a pleasant hour researching whether the fish restaurant they had loved was still operating.It was only when the car turned up the coastal road toward the estate and she saw the flower arrangements lining the path to the beach that she understood something different was happening.She turned to look at Lucien.He was watching her with the particular expression he had when he was pleased with himself but attempting to appear neutral."Lucien.""We're almost there.""What did you do?""I'll explain wh