All Chapters of Married To My Gay Bestfriend : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Devin’s POV That evening we went to see Marguerite. Eve had called her earlier in the day, asking to discuss the additional provisions in her mother's will. The timing felt right. The marriage deadline was behind us. The board challenge was ongoing but manageable. We needed to know what else was coming. Marguerite's office was the same as always. Old leather, floor wax, something faintly floral. She was waiting for us, a thick folder on her desk that I hadn't seen before. "I was wondering when you'd come," she said. "Please, sit." We sat. Eve's hand found mine. Her grip was tighter than usual. "The marriage clause was only the first part of your mother's will," Marguerite began. "There are additional provisions that become relevant now that the marriage has been legally established and your birthday has passed." She paused. "Your

Eve's POV That evening I finally sat down to read my mother's letters addressed to me. I had been putting it off all day, using the chaos of Martin's press conference preparations and my father's desperate calls as excuses. But the truth was simpler. I was afraid. I know that once I read those letters, there would be no going back. I would know everything my mother had tried to tell me. Everything she had suffered. Everything my father had done. The letters had been sitting on my nightstand for days, tied with that faded blue ribbon. I had walked past them every morning and every night, pretending I didn't see them. But tonight was different. I couldn't pretend anymore. Something about the way Devin had burned those photographs in the kitchen sink, the quiet determination in his movements, had reminded me that hiding from the truth didn't make it any less true. Devin gave me space. He made tea and set it on the coffee table

Eve's POV The morning after the press conference, I went to work. It felt strange to say that, even in my own head. No one thought of me as someone who worked. The tabloids painted me as an heiress who spent her days at luncheons and charity galas, waiting for her inheritance like a princess in a tower. But I had been going to the Lovelace Industries headquarters for five years now, ever since I graduated with my MBA and decided that if I was going to inherit a company, I should probably know how to run one. The building rose forty-two stories above Midtown, all glass, steel and ambition. My mother had commissioned the architect herself. She used to say that a building should look like what it aspires to become, and this one aspired to be timeless. Walking through the revolving doors always made me think of her. My assistant Priya met me in the lobby. She was twenty-six, sharp as a tack, and completely unintimidated by me. I had hired her three years ago specifically because s

Eve's POV The next morning, I met Delphine at a café in Brooklyn. It was a quiet little place tucked between a used bookstore and a vintage clothing shop, the kind of spot where no one would think to look for us. I arrived early and took a table in the back, positioning myself with a clear view of the door. Delphine walked in fifteen minutes later, pushing a stroller. Her baby was asleep inside, a tiny girl with wispy dark hair and delicate features. Delphine looked terrible. Pale skin, dark circles, clothes that hung loosely on a frame that had always been slender but now looked gaunt. She sat down across from me, and for a long moment, neither of us spoke. "Is she okay?" I asked, nodding toward the stroller. "She's healthy. That's the only thing that matters." Delphine's voice was quiet. "I haven't been sleeping. Martin calls at all hours. He sends peop

Devin's POV The question hung between us. Why didn't you? I had been asking myself that same question for seven years. Every time she fell asleep on my shoulder. Every time she called me her safe, uncomplicated friend. Every time she told someone I was gay and I let the lie stand because correcting it would mean risking everything. "I was afraid," I said. "You told me once that I was the only man who had never wanted something from you. You said it like it was the highest compliment you could give. And I knew, right then, that if I told you the truth, I would become just another man who wanted something. Just another person you had to keep at a distance." "So you let me believe a lie." "I let you believe what you needed to believe. You needed someone safe. Someone who would never complicate things. I could be that person or I could be honest and lose you entirely." I looked down at my hands. "I chose to keep you even if it meant pretending." "For seven years." "Every d