All Chapters of My Ex's Boss is My Baby's Father: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Catherine had been the foundation's executive director for three years when she presented the annual report at the board meeting in January, and Chloe sat at the table and listened to her speak about the organisation with the authority of someone who owned its direction, and felt something that was entirely positive and required a moment to identify.She was no longer the most important person in the room.Not marginalised, not replaced, but correctly positioned: a founder and board member who provided strategic direction and whose vision had shaped everything, but who was not the operational centre. Catherine was the operational centre. She knew the programme details, the beneficiary numbers, the staff challenges, the partnership negotiations, all the daily substance of a growing organisation, with a fluency that came from full immersion.Chloe knew the big picture and trusted Catherine with the rest.This had taken longer to genuinely feel right than she had expected. The intellectu

The Fashion Industry Hall of Fame had inducted one hundred and twelve people in its forty-year history.Chloe and Lucien would be the first married couple inducted in the same year. The committee had noted this in their letter with the particular tone of institutions acknowledging a historical first while being careful not to make the historical firstness the primary point, subordinating it correctly to the achievements that had produced it.Lucien had read the letter, set it down, and said: "They're going to make the married couple thing the story.""Some of it," Chloe agreed."The work should be the story.""The work will be most of the story. The married couple thing will be the headline." She looked at him. "We can't control the headline. We can control what we say."He nodded, accepting this with the pragmatism he had developed over years of being a public figure in an industry that had its own relationship with narrative.The ceremony was in New York in June, held in the same in

The first acquisition offer arrived when Jack was seventeen, which he had not told them until he turned it down.Chloe discovered this in the way she discovered most things about Jack's business: indirectly, through a reference in a conversation that assumed she already knew, and then a brief recalibration on his part when he realised she did not."You turned down an acquisition offer," she said."It wasn't serious. The terms were exploratory. I didn't want to discuss something that wasn't worth discussing yet." He said this with the efficiency of someone who had thought about whether to mention it and decided it fell below the threshold of required disclosure. "There are more serious ones now."This was how they arrived at the conversation, on a Sunday in March, Jack eighteen and sitting at the kitchen table with a printed summary of three acquisition proposals, the same table where three years earlier he had sat with a printed spreadsheet explaining his business model and a composur

They had met in the second week of design school, over a disagreement about a sewing machine.Not a serious disagreement, not a conflict, just the small friction of two people arriving at the same equipment at the same time with the same deadline and different assumptions about whose need was more pressing. Tessy had been direct about it in a way that Chloe had found, at twenty, more refreshing than annoying: not aggressive, just honest, stating her case clearly and then listening to Chloe's case with equal attention and then proposing they share the machine in thirty-minute blocks, which was the obvious solution and which neither of them had arrived at before the other arrived.They had gone for coffee afterward, which had become a habit, which had become a friendship, which had become the through-line of Chloe's entire adult life without either of them deciding it would be that. It had simply continued, through design school and early careers and the marriages and children and the c

The book took three years to write, which was longer than she had expected and exactly as long as it needed to be.The first year produced something she recognised, on rereading, as the version she had written for other people: shaped toward what she thought readers needed, the difficult parts present but managed, the emotional truth audited before it reached the page. It was honest in the way that public statements were honest: accurate without being complete.She showed it to Lucien, who read it in two evenings and then sat across from her and said: "It's good. It's not what you're capable of."She knew he was right. She put the draft away and started again.The second version went further, which was terrifying in a way that surprised her given that she had been talking publicly about her life for years and had imagined she had identified the boundary of what she was willing to say. The second version revealed that the boundary had been further out than she had been reaching. It incl