All Chapters of Her Only Exception: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Henry stared at Serena, waiting for her answer. She stared back at him, her pale face telling him everything he needed to know."What?" she said finally, her voice small. "What are you talking about, Henry?""Don't lie to me, Serena." Henry stepped closer. His voice was steady but there was a deadly edge underneath it. "I know it was you. I don't want to believe it but I need you to tell me the truth. Right now."Serena's hands were shaking. "I don't know what you're talking about.""The men who took Andrea," Henry said, his voice getting colder. "One of them confessed, he said someone rich hired them, paid them thirty thousand dollars to get rid of Andrea. And there's only one person I can think of."Serena's face crumpled slightly. She looked away."Tell me, Serena," Henry said quietly. "Tell me you didn't do this. Tell me you didn't try to take Andrea from me. Tell me you didn't try to kill her so you could have me."Serena opened her mouth and closed it then opened it again."I...

One month had passed since they went for the last ultrasound.Life in the penthouse had settled into a new rhythm–one filled with baby books, pastel paint swatches, and endless lists. Henry had thrown himself into preparation with the same intensity he brought to boardroom battles. He attended every antenatal appointment with Andrea, sitting beside her with a focused expression while doctors explained fetal development and nutrition. He had even joined three different parenting communities online, reading late into the night about swaddling techniques, sleep schedules, and something called “the fourth trimester.”The nursery was nearly complete. It was a beautiful room painted in soft cream and sage green, with a custom crib, a rocking chair by the window, and shelves already filled with tiny clothes. Henry had insisted on doing most of the work himself, rolling up his sleeves after long days at Crestview just to assemble the furniture.But nothing had prepared him for Andrea’s cravin

Henry’s foot slammed harder on the accelerator.The Mercedes car surged forward like a rocket, tires screaming as they tore down the dimly lit side street. Behind them, the police cruiser’s red and blue lights flashed wildly, the siren cutting through the quiet evening like a blade.“Henry!” Andrea gasped, gripping the dashboard with one hand, but her voice was filled with wild laughter rather than fear.“I know!” he shouted back, eyes locked on the road. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest. “What the hell are we doing?”He swerved sharply onto a wider avenue, cutting off a slow-moving truck. The driver laid on the horn — HONK! HONK! HONK! — but Henry didn’t even flinch. Andrea’s hand was still on his thigh, squeezing tighter every time he accelerated.Another sharp turn. The back of the car fishtailed slightly. Andrea let out a thrilled squeal, half terror, half pure exhilaration.“Geez, slow down a little!” she laughed, even as she leaned over

Soft morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting a warm golden glow across the living room. She was still lying on the couch, her head resting on Henry’s bare chest, his arm wrapped loosely around her back. Their legs were tangled together under a cashmere throw, and the steady rise and fall of his breathing was the only sound in the quiet space.For a long moment, she didn’t move.She simply watched him.Asleep, Henry Moore looked completely different. The sharp, commanding CEO was gone. In his place was a man who looked peaceful almost like a baby. His dark hair was messy, falling slightly over his forehead. His long lashes cast soft shadows on his cheeks. The usual tension in his jaw had melted away, leaving his face relaxed and devastatingly handsome.Andrea’s heart squeezed.She slowly rose up on one elbow, careful not to wake him, and studied every detail. Her fingers moved gently, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, then the bridge of his

Andrea stared down at Henry on one knee, the city lights sparkling behind him like a dream. Her hands flew to her mouth as tears blurred her vision.“Please make me the happiest man in the world and accept to be mine.” Henry’s voice softened even more. “Andrea Collins… Will you marry me?”For a heartbeat, the world went silent.Then Andrea let out a soft, tearful laugh and extended her left hand toward him.“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Henry. Of course I’ll marry you.”Henry’s face broke into the brightest smile she had ever seen. He took the ring from the velvet box—a stunning oval diamond surrounded by smaller stones and slid it onto her finger. It fit perfectly.The moment the ring settled on her hand, the sky above them exploded.Fireworks burst into the night, brilliant bursts of gold, pink, and white lighting up the Chicago skyline in a breathtaking display. Andrea gasped, turning to look at the sky before whipping back to Henry.“You planned that too?”Henry rose to his feet, pu