Todos os capítulos de The Wrong Mr Calloway : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Cole’s PovI didn’t realize I was becoming difficult. At least, not at first. In my mind, I was only doing what any husband would do.Priya had given us a list of recommendations: make sure Sienna stayed hydrated, encourage regular breaks, avoid unnecessary stress, support her whenever possible. I had taken those suggestions very seriously. Maybe a little too seriously.Monday morning started with a work call for Sienna. She had set up her laptop in the dining room because she wanted to enjoy the sunlight while she worked. I walked in carrying a glass of water.She looked up. “Morning.”“Morning.” I placed the glass beside her computer. “You haven’t finished the last one.”She smiled. “I was about to.”I pointed toward it. “You should drink first.”She laughed. “You’re keeping track now?”“A little.”She picked up the glass and took a sip. “There.”“You barely drank any.”She looked at me over the rim of the glass. “Cole.”“What?”“I’m not going to dry up if I wait five minutes.”“I k

Sienna’s PovI sat in the big leather chair in Roman’s office, my hands resting on my growing belly. The baby kicked once, soft and strong, like he knew something big was coming. Roman stood by the window, packing his suitcase for the trip. He had to fly out to finish a huge merger deal, and he looked at me with those serious eyes of his.“Sienna,” he said, his voice steady but warm. “I need you to go to the board meeting tomorrow. Represent me. Present the new plan we talked about. You’re the only one I trust to do it right.”My heart jumped. Me? In front of all those important men? I was six months pregnant, and some days I felt so tired I could barely walk across the room. But I nodded. “Okay. I’ll do it. For you. For us.”He came over and kissed my forehead. “You’re stronger than any of them. Just be you.”That night I barely slept. I kept thinking about the long table in the boardroom, the old faces that always looked at me like I didn’t belong. Cole had left early for some work

Cole’s PovI sat on the edge of our bed long after Sienna had fallen asleep. Her soft breathing filled the quiet room, and every now and then her hand moved over the round shape of her belly like she was protecting our little one even in her dreams. I watched her for a long time. The soft glow from the hallway light touched her face and made her look peaceful. But inside my chest everything felt tight and heavy.I supported her career. I always had. From the first day I saw how smart and strong she was, I knew she could do anything she set her mind to. The European offer was a big deal. It was the kind of chance most people only dream about. High pay. A chance to lead a whole new branch. Paris. It was everything she had worked for. I wanted her to have it. I really did. But the thought of her living on one side of the ocean while I stayed on the other, with our newborn baby between us, scared me more than anything ever had.I kept seeing pictures in my head that would not go away. Me

Sienna’s PovI sat in the bright studio with soft lights all around me and a big camera pointed at my face. My hands rested on the round shape of my belly under the simple black dress I had chosen. The magazine was one of the most important business magazines in the country. They wanted me on the cover. When the email first came, I had stared at it for a long time, heart beating fast. It felt big and a little scary at the same time.The journalist was a woman named Claire with sharp eyes and a notebook full of questions. She smiled as she sat across from me, but something in her smile felt careful. I could already sense the direction she wanted to take.“Sienna,” she began, voice smooth, “or should I say Mrs. Calloway? Being married to one of the most powerful men in business must open so many doors. How does it feel to stand in that shadow and still shine?”I kept my face calm even though the words stung a little. I had worked too hard for too many years to let anyone turn my story i

Sienna’s PovThe letter sat on my desk for three days before I finally picked it up again. I already knew every word on that page. The European CEO position. A corner office in a city I had never even visited. A salary that would make most people cry with joy. And yet, every time I read it, my stomach twisted into a knot instead of filling with excitement.Cole walked into the room that morning with two cups of coffee, and he set one down in front of me without saying a word. He knew. He always knew when something was eating at me.“You’ve been staring at that letter for a week,” he said, leaning against the edge of the desk. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, or do I have to guess?”I looked up at him, and for a second, I couldn’t find the words. Then I just said it, plain and simple. “I’m not taking the job, Cole.”He didn’t look shocked. He didn’t even blink. He just tilted his head slightly, like he was waiting for me to explain myself, but not pushin