Chapter 7 - My Billionaire Ex-Husband Asked Me to Marry Him Again Without a Prenup, a Secret Trust, or Anything He Could Use to Control MeCole proposed quietly.
No diamonds at first.
Just a ring.
Simple.
He found me in the garden.
“The boys are asleep.”
“Yes.”
“I've been thinking.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
He smiled.
“I want to marry you again.”
I stared.
“I don't want a big wedding.”
“Neither do I.”
“I don't want your family interfering.”
“Neither do I.”
“I don't want another contract.”
“No.”
“I don't want money to be part of it.”
“No.”
“Then why?”
“Because I want to choose you.”
I looked at him.
“Again?”
“Every day.”
I cried.
Then said:
“Yes.”
He smiled.
The wedding was small.
Family.
Friends.
The boys stood beside us.
Finn carried the rings.
Theo carried the flowers.
They argued about who had the more important job.
We laughed.
My father attended.
Eleanor was present under legal restrictions.
She apologized.
I accepted.
Not because everything was forgiven.
Because the boys deserved a future free of bitterness.
After the ceremony, Cole took my hand.
“Do you regret coming to Chicago?”
I smiled.
“No.”
“Even with everything?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I found out the truth.”
He kissed me.
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“And now?”
“Now I'm home.”
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