《Divorced at Midnight, Desired by Dawn》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

They didn't go anywhere special.That was what made it special.After leaving Vance Enterprises behind, Marcus had expected Chloe to suggest somewhere expensive. A restaurant. A hotel. Maybe one of the places they used to visit when their lives were still ruled by appearances and expectations.Instead, she had simply looked at him and said, "Let's go home."So they did.The apartment felt different when they returned.Not because anything had changed.The furniture was still there. The city still stretched beyond the windows. Their belongings were still scattered around the rooms.But something inside Marcus had changed.For the first time, he walked through the front door without feeling as though he had returned to a prison.There was no company waiting for him.No board meeting.No family obligation.No phone call from someone demanding his attention.The future was completely uncertain.And he had never felt more peaceful.Chloe slipped off her shoes and walked toward the kitchen.

Three days later, Chloe stood in front of her bedroom mirror and stared at herself.She had changed outfits four times.Not because the engagement party was extravagant.It wasn't.There would be no ballroom filled with strangers, no photographers waiting outside, no business associates pretending to care about her happiness.Marcus had wanted something small.Just family.Friends.People who had actually been there.A few tables had been arranged on the terrace outside the apartment, decorated with simple flowers and warm lights. There was food, champagne, music playing softly in the background, and enough space for everyone to sit comfortably.Nothing about it looked like a Vance family event.And Chloe loved that.She adjusted the sleeve of her dress and glanced at the clock."You look beautiful."She turned.Marcus stood in the doorway.He had changed into a dark suit without a tie, his hair slightly messier than usual.Chloe smiled."You're biased.""Completely."She turned back

The journal sat between them on the kitchen table.Chloe had barely slept.She had carried it back to the bedroom after finding it, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw the same words.I don't deserve her. But I can't let her go.She had read the sentence so many times that she could almost hear Marcus's voice saying it.But the more she thought about it, the more one question refused to leave her mind.Why?Why had he written all those things instead of telling her?Why had he allowed her to believe she wasn't loved when, apparently, she had occupied his thoughts for years?And why had he been so determined to carry everything alone?When Marcus walked into the kitchen the next morning, he immediately knew something was wrong.Chloe was sitting at the table.The journal was open in front of her.Marcus stopped.His eyes went straight to it."Oh."Chloe looked up."Sit down."He hesitated."Chloe...""Please."He pulled out the chair opposite her and sat.Neither of them spoke

The island had no signal.No internet.No reporters.No business calls.No notifications.No one knew exactly where they were.And that was the point.Marcus had arranged everything before their wedding.A small private villa on a remote island, surrounded by clear water, white sand, and enough distance from the mainland to make the rest of the world feel like another planet.When their boat finally reached the shore, Chloe stepped onto the sand and stared."Wow."Marcus smiled."Good wow?""Very good wow."The villa sat among palm trees a short distance from the beach.It wasn't enormous.That surprised her.After everything she knew about Marcus's old life, she had expected something extravagant.Instead, the place was simple.A wooden terrace.A small pool overlooking the ocean.A bedroom with wide windows.A kitchen.Two chairs beneath an umbrella on the beach.Nothing more.Chloe looked at him."You planned this?""I did.""No staff?""None.""No security?""One person checks the

Marcus had never been good at looking backward.He preferred forward.What needed to be fixed.What needed to be decided.What could go wrong tomorrow.For years, that had been how he survived.Keep moving.Don't stop.Don't think too much.Don't feel too much.Because if he stopped long enough to look at the past, there were too many things waiting for him there.Mistakes.Regrets.Words he wished he had said differently.People he had hurt.People he had lost.And Chloe.Always Chloe.That morning, however, Marcus found himself sitting at the desk in the living room with a blank sheet of paper in front of him.Chloe's letter had stayed on his mind.He had watched her write it.He hadn't asked to read it.She had told him it was private.And he respected that.But her question had remained with him.If you could write a letter to your younger self, what would you say?At first, he had thought the answer was simple.Stop trying to become your father.Let people love you.Tell Chloe th