All Chapters of Loving You Is My Greatest Mistake : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

  Marcus Chen's POV I walked to the center of the stage and felt the weight of hundreds of eyes following my every movement. The ballroom was packed. Fashion editors, investors, designers, socialites, all of them waiting to hear who I had chosen to lead Lumière into the future. This announcement would reshape the industry or destroy my credibility depending on how the next ten minutes unfolded. I adjusted the microphone and let the silence stretch until it became uncomfortable. That was the trick. Make them lean in. Make them hungry for what came next. "Tonight marks a turning point for Lumière," I began, my voice carrying through the crystal chandeliers and gilded walls. "For six months I have searched for a creative director who embodies not just talent but vision. Someone who understands that fashion is more than fabric and thread. It is storytelling. It is

Margaret Anderson's POVI did not ask permission to take that stage and I did not wait for an invitation.At eighty-two years old, I had earned the right to speak when I chose to speak and be heard when I chose to be heard. My late husband built half the media empires in this city and the Anderson name still carried weight in rooms like this. People listened when I talked, not because they wanted to but because they knew better than not to.I walked up those stage steps with my cane tapping against polished wood and the sound echoed through the ballroom like a gavel. The crowd fell silent. Even Victoria Sterling's venomous mouth snapped shut as I approached the microphone."I owe Amelia Hartley an apology," I said, my voice steady and clear despite my age. "An apology this entire city will witness."I saw Amelia's face turn toward me, confusion and wariness mixing in her expression. She did not know what I was about to do and I could not blame her for being afraid. I had given her not

Maxwell Hartley's POV I took the stage and my heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought everyone could hear it.This would destroy me. My reputation. My company. My family name. Everything I had built and inherited would crumble the moment I opened my mouth. But Amelia deserved the truth and I was five years too late in telling it.The microphone felt heavy in my hand. The ballroom had gone completely silent after Victoria's recorded voice cut off. Hundreds of eyes stared at me and waited for an explanation. My mother stood near the back room where Amelia still was and her face begged me to stop. To think about what I was doing. To protect myself for once.But I had protected myself my entire life and it had cost me everything that mattered."Five years ago," I began, and my voice sounded steadier than I felt, "my wife had a miscarriage."Someone gasped. A camera flashed. I kept talking because if I stopped I would lose my nerve."I was not there when it happened. I was on a bu

Vanessa Chen's POVI watched Marcus hover around Amelia Hartley like a lovesick puppy and the rage inside me burned hotter than the champagne bubbles rising in my untouched glass.He left me. After everything I sacrificed. After every late night I spent reviewing contracts while he slept. After every business dinner where I charmed investors and smoothed over his rough edges. After I built his company from a struggling startup into an empire worth hundreds of millions.He discarded me like trash when he discovered the money I took. Money I earned. Money I deserved for all those years of being the woman behind his success while getting none of the credit.And now he was going to make this nobody into a star.Amelia Hartley stood there in her borrowed confidence and her little black dress looking like she had earned her place in this world. But I knew the truth. She was a divorce attorney's charity case. A failed housewife who got lucky with a few designs and an influential friend.Marc

Israelite Winter's POVI heard Dr. Patel's voice through Amelia's phone and every instinct I had screamed at me to move faster than physics allowed.Thirty minutes to cross a city drowning in traffic. Impossible under normal circumstances. But I did not deal in normal circumstances."My helicopter is on the roof," I said before Amelia could spiral into panic. "We will be there in ten minutes."Her head snapped toward me and hope flickered in eyes that had gone dead with fear. "You have a helicopter here?""I always have an exit strategy," I said, already pulling her toward the hotel entrance. "Eleanor, come with us. Marcus, stay and manage the gala fallout."Marcus nodded sharply. "Go. I will handle everything here."We ran through the hotel lobby. People stared. Someone called Amelia's name but we did not stop. The elevator seemed to take forever even though it was probably thirty seconds. Amelia kept checking her phone like the time would somehow move slower if she watched it.Twent