All Chapters of Married For Revenge, Pregnant With His Regret : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"We opened the London office. Adrian sent champagne. Charlie pretended not to notice."The ribbon was gold and entirely unnecessary and I cut it anyway, because Sofia had insisted, because she said a company that had clawed its way up from a parking garage handshake deserved a little theater when it finally crossed an ocean.I stood in front of the London office on a bright, cold morning in a coat I had bought specifically for this trip, scissors in hand, a small crowd of new employees and press and one extremely pleased building manager watching me, and I thought about a different morning years ago, standing in a different parking garage at midnight, shaking Daniel's hand and feeling like the whole enterprise might collapse before it began.It hadn't collapsed. It had grown teeth and a spine and now, apparently, an address in Mayfair.The ribbon gave way easily. The small crowd applauded. I smiled and said something brief and true about building things that last and the people who ha

"He told me he was stepping down from day-to-day operations. I asked why. He said: 'Because you don't need me the way I needed to be needed. And I have to go figure out what I need.'"Daniel asked to meet at the parking garage.Not a restaurant, not either of our offices, not anywhere with linen napkins or curated lighting. The actual parking garage, the one on the corner two blocks from the building where Carter and Reeves had operated out of a borrowed conference room for the first eight months of its existence, back when the company was three people, a laptop, and a level of conviction that, looking back, bordered on delusion.I knew, when he asked, that whatever he wanted to say was going to matter.I found him leaning against the same concrete pillar we had shaken hands beside six years earlier, hands in his pockets, the low garage light catching the grey that had crept into his hair sometime in the last two years without my noticing, the way you don't notice someone aging when y

"She cried. Then she threatened him. Then she ordered the most expensive champagne on the menu. That's Sofia."I called Sofia the next morning, because some news cannot wait for a scheduled lunch or a casual mention over coffee, some news has to be delivered the moment it exists, while it's still fresh enough to feel unreal in your own mouth."I'm engaged," I said, before she'd even finished saying hello.There was a silence on the other end of the line so complete I genuinely thought the call had dropped."Sofia.""I need a second," she said, her voice already thick. "Give me a second."I gave her several. I stood in my kitchen with my coffee going cold, the ring catching morning light on my finger, and I listened to my best friend breathe through whatever was happening on the other end of the phone, and when she finally spoke again her voice had cracked clean open."Are you serious," she said. Not a question. A demand for confirmation she already believed."Completely serious.""He

"He wrote his own. I had not expected that."I had not expected him to write his own vows.We had discussed, weeks earlier, using something traditional, the standard language couples borrow because it has been tested by centuries of other people's love and grief and survived intact. Charlie had agreed at the time, nodding, distracted, and I had assumed the matter settled.Standing at the altar, watching him reach into his jacket pocket and produce a folded piece of paper, soft at the creases from what was clearly weeks of handling, I understood he had been planning something else entirely."I wrote something," he said, to the officiant first, almost sheepish, the way a man sounds when he has done something he is slightly nervous about and is hoping it lands the way he intends.The officiant smiled, stepped back, gave him the floor.Charlie unfolded the paper. His hands were not quite steady. I noticed that immediately, the small tremor at the edge of the page, and something in my ches

"Not as enemies. Not as business rivals. Not as co-parents. Just: ourselves."The hotel room was quiet in the particular way rooms get after a long, loud night finally ends, the kind of quiet that has texture to it, still humming faintly with the residue of music and laughter even though the music and laughter are gone.I sat on the edge of the bed and unpinned the small comb from my hair, setting it carefully on the nightstand, and Charlie stood by the window in his shirtsleeves, jacket already discarded over the back of a chair, looking out at the city below with an expression I couldn't quite read."You're thinking very loudly over there," I said.He turned. A small, tired smile. "Just trying to remember if there's ever been a night in my life that felt like this one.""And?""No," he said simply. "There hasn't."I patted the bed beside me. He crossed the room and sat, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight, and for a moment we simply sat there together in the quiet, his ha