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"Well, too bad you let it slip. I might be willing to help Jackson babysit, but I will never accept my fiancee having another man's child." When Madelyn saw my reddened eyes, she mocked, "You're the heir of Lowe Group. With all your money and pedigree, you can't even accept something this trivial? Compared to Jackson, you're pathetic. "He might come from an ordinary family, but he's more of a man than you'll ever be." I felt my nose sting when I heard that, the kind that came right before tears. "I'm done talking to you." Madelyn yanked me out of the driver's seat before wrapping her arms around me.

Nathan's gaze darkened as he looked at me, his voice filled with disappointment. "Tegan, I never thought you'd be this kind of person. I'm the one who found the kidney donors. You don't get to make that decision!" I couldn't help but find it ridiculous. This was the man who had been with me for eight years, the man who had once said he loved me more than life itself. My expression turned cold, and for the first time, I spoke to Nathan with complete indifference. "She cries, and suddenly everything's my fault? Are you her fiancé or mine? Nathan, get this straight. She wants both kidneys! Who's really the one trying to kill someone here?"

"Shame to waste such a thoughtful gift. My groom and I already have our rings. We're good." With everyone watching, I chucked the sapphire ring straight into the champagne tower. Ignoring the murmurs, I took a ring from the ring bearer and slid it onto my new groom's finger. Emmett Everhart—best man turned husband—was just as good-looking as Malcolm, maybe better. Broader, too. We hadn't talked much before, but something about him felt weirdly familiar. He raised an eyebrow, then quietly slid a ring onto my finger. The room exploded with gasps.

They stayed until the bell rang, until the library emptied, until their choice had been observed and catalogued and would be reported back to Dante, to Chelsea, to the architecture of the school that made their private becoming public property. Grayson didn't care. Or he cared and chose anyway, the distinction he'd offered her applied to himself. He walked her to her next class. Held her hand in the hallway, the performance of coupledom that was also real, also chosen, also the only way through the game that wasn't a game. At her classroom door, she stopped. Looked at him with the observation he couldn't name, the calculation that was also wonder. "Chelsea said you're the first to choose me

Instead, I simply raised my hand and slapped him across the other cheek. Everyone gasped, and the entire room fell into stunned silence. This time, Jayden was truly stunned. He stood there in a daze, his eyes wide with disbelief and simmering fury. "You, you dared to hit me?" I calmly withdrew my hand, my expression serene, my voice flat. "So what if I did? Jayden, it's time you faced reality. This isn't about revenge. I married Charles because I like him. In every single way, he's a better man than you."

“Mr. Farrell, did you check the results of the auction? If you didn’t, how could you be sure Yvonne chose you no matter what? “Please remember this. People change. Feelings are even less certain.” The way Yarden said my name sounded too intimate, and it made my chest feel warm. I wanted to look at him, but I ended up meeting Zayn’s eyes instead. His eyes widened when he heard Yarden’s words. He shook his head and looked at me. “That’s impossible, Yvonne—” I cut him off. “The person I chose is Yarden. Mr. Farrell, are you satisfied with that answer? Can we continue with the engagement now?”

"Now that's true love! He's flaunting their happiness in public!" "Mr. Crawford is truly the perfect man! Who'd expect such a wealthy man to turn out to be so devoted to his wife and son!" Their looks toward me grew even more contemptuous. "Tried to stir up trouble and got put in your place, didn't you?" "How dare she even compare herself to Mrs. Crawford? Everyone knows Mrs. Crawford holds an executive position at Luminous Enterprise and is Mr. Crawford's capable partner. Some opportunistic mistress could never measure up!"

It made me feel safe and loved. That was by far the best sex I’ve ever had, I thought. Is there anything about Jacob that isn’t flawless? The question instantly caused a twinge of doubt to creep into my mind. This man is everything that I could ever want. What’s “the catch”? There’s always a catch. He’s too perfect, I thought. If something is too good to be true, then it probably is, right? I pushed the thought away. We had just shared something special and I wasn't about to let my wandering thoughts ruin this moment for me. I was happy. I was content and I wasn't going to start worrying about things that I had no control over.

Since there was nothing special about Jonathan, she thought it wasn't worth her being so hung up on him. If he really was better than most men, then what about Chester? Compared to Jonathan, Chester had better looks, better background, and better capabilities. Most importantly, Chester was a pure-hearted man. If Giselle really had to choose, why wouldn't she choose Chester instead? Not only could she get a great man, but she could also make her ex-boyfriend call her his aunt. It was like killing two birds with one stone. She would be blind to go back to Jonathan!

"Tell me about when you were bad and then became good!" The adults exchanged glances—how to explain the complicated past to five-year-olds? "I made bad choices," Seraphina said carefully. "Hurt people. Was mean and manipulative and selfish. But then I chose differently. Choose to be better. Choose to be the kind of person you could be proud of." "And you did it!" Min-seo said with absolute confidence. "You're the best mama ever!" "I'm trying to be. Every day. Choosing better." "Tell us a story," one of the enhanced community members said—So-yeon, twenty-one now, fully integrated, working as a teacher. "About the beginning. About how all this started."