The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 411

The CEO’s Midnight Remedy

Chapter 411

Youre insane.”

‘You married me anyway.”

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Fair point.

But despite the chaos and the grief and the morning sickness that laughed at the morning part of its name, I found myself… happy. Actually, genuinely happy in a way I hadn’t been since before my mother got sick.

Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was the relief of seeing my father and Victoria behind bars. Maybe it was just Devon, who’d somehow gone from the cold businessman I’d propositioned in a hotel room to the man who held my hair back while I vomited and alphabetized children’s books at midnight.

Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to question it. Not when questioning had gotten me nowhere for so long.

“Come here, Devon said suddenly, holding out his hand.

I crossed the nursery, letting him pull me against his chest. His hand settled on my stomach–slightly rounded now, just barely showing–with a reverENCE that still surprised me.

“I can’t believe there’s a person in there,” he murmured.

“Technically still a fetus.”

“Don’t ruin the moment with medical accuracy.”

I laughed, resting my head against his shoulder. Outside the windows, the city glittered in the gathering dusk. Somewhere out there, Sophia was probably eating gelato in some Italian piazza. My father and Victoria were in their separate cells, living with their choices. Scarlett was learning to survive in a world that didn’t cater to her whims.

And here, in this yellow nursery with the man I’d accidentally fallen in love with, I was learning to let go. To stop carrying the weight of everyone else’s sins. To believe that maybe, just maybe, I deserved to be happy.

“What are you thinking about?” Devon asked.

“That my mother would have liked you,” I said honestly. “Once she got past the whole bought me like a business transaction thing.”

“You think?”

“Yeah.” I tilted my head up to look at him. “She always said I needed someone who’d challenge me. Who wouldn’t let me martyr myself or hide behind being strong all the time. Someone who’d see through my bullshit and call me on it.

“I do love calling you on your bullshit,” Devon agreed solemnly.

Ass.”

“That’s Mrs. Ass to you.”

We stood there in the fading light, and I realized: this was it. This was the moment I’d been fighting for without knowing it. Not revenge. Not justice. Not

even closure.

Just peace lust the chance to build something new from the ashes of everything lost.

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