All Chapters of The Wrong Mr Calloway : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sienna’s Pov The morning after we returned from the little house outside the city, I got a message from June. Can we meet today? I stared at the screen for a few seconds before typing back. Of course. An hour later, I walked into our favorite café and found her already sitting by the window, two cups of coffee waiting on the table. She smiled the moment she saw me. “I ordered your favorite.” “You still remember,” I said, sitting across from her. “I always will.” I wrapped both hands around the warm cup, and for a few minutes neither of us said anything, just letting the quiet settle comfortably between us the way it always had. “You look happier,” June finally said. “I think I am.” “I haven’t seen that smile in years, Sienna. Not like this.” “I didn’t realize it had been that noticeable.” “I noticed.” She studied my face carefully. “You’re sleeping better too. You don’t look like you’re carrying the whole world on your shoulders anymore.” I laughed softly. “

Cole’s povAfter meeting Margaret, none of us quite knew what to say. Sienna was still holding the old photograph of Gerald, and she’d looked at it so many times over the last hour that I thought she must have memorized every line of his face by now. Margaret sat quietly across from us, not rushing anything, not asking for answers she hadn’t earned yet. She simply waited.Roman finally broke the silence. “I think everyone needs a break for a bit.”Sienna nodded slowly. “I do.”Margaret stood immediately. “I understand completely.” She looked at Sienna gently. “I’ve waited years already. I can wait a little longer.”“You really don’t expect anything from me?” Sienna asked, looking up at her.“No.”“Not even forgiveness?”“My dear,” Margaret said, her voice warm, “I haven’t done anything that needs forgiving.”“I frightened you,” Sienna said.“You didn’t know me.”“I should have introduced myself properly, from the start.”“You were scared,” Margaret said simply. “So were you.”Sienna l

Cole's Pov The drive home from Priya’s clinic was quiet. Sienna held my hand almost the entire way, never letting go once, and I wanted to tell her I was fine, that she didn’t need to worry so much. But after everything Priya had said, I knew those words would only make things worse right now.When we reached the estate, Ava ran toward us the moment we walked through the door. “Daddy!”I smiled and picked her up. “Hi, princess.”She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Were you at the doctor?”“I was.”“Did she give you a sticker?”I laughed. “No.”She frowned seriously. “Doctors always give stickers.”“I think she forgot.”“I’ll tell her next time.”“Please do,” I said, smiling as she kissed my cheek.“Are you better now?”I glanced at Sienna before answering. “I’m going to be.”Ava smiled, satisfied with that answer, and climbed down from my arms. “Can we play after dinner?”“Of course we can.”She ran happily toward the living room, where Nate and Roman were already putting together

Cole’s PovThe weekend at the lakeside house ended too quickly. Even after we returned to the estate, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, the laughter, the paint fight, the way Sienna smiled every single time she looked around that house. It no longer felt like some old building we were fixing up. It felt like our future.Three days later, I drove back alone. There was one section of the back porch that needed repairing before the contractors arrived the following week, and I figured I could handle it myself and save us the money.“If I can fix this,” I muttered to no one, rolling up my sleeves and grabbing my toolbox, “I’ll save us some money.”No one was around to laugh at me this time. It was strangely quiet.I spent nearly an hour replacing loose boards on the porch, and when I finished, I went inside for a bottle of water. Walking through the living room, I noticed one of the floorboards near the fireplace wasn’t sitting quite right.“That wasn’t like this before,” I said, frownin

I meant to keep the promise Sienna and I had made. No more secrets between us, no more carrying burdens alone, no more quietly deciding what was best for someone else without asking them first. Simple enough to say. Much harder to actually live by.Three days after that conversation, I was sitting in Roman’s office reviewing financial reports when my phone buzzed with a number I didn’t recognize. Normally I would have let it go to voicemail. Something told me not to this time.“This is Cole.”Silence stretched out for several seconds. Then a voice I knew instantly made every muscle in my body lock up.“Good afternoon, Cole.”I stood up so fast my chair scraped against the floor. Roman glanced up from his desk immediately. “What is it?”I held up a finger, unable to look away from some fixed point on the floor. “Victor.”His expression hardened at once.“I was wondering how long it would take you to recognize my voice,” Victor said, sounding almost amused.“What do you want?”“You alre