He Chose Her On Our Wedding Night So I Took Everything Chapter 21
A large portion of Hawthorne Apparel’s business was forced to shut down. Returns, lawsuits, and collection notices from suppliers began to pile up.
Wyatt’s team handled the formal termination of Carrington’s existing contracts, the recovery of outstanding payments, and the preservation of evidence related to the defective batches.
When I saw him in the conference room, I couldn’t help but ask, “Are you taking this case particularly seriously?”
He closed the file in front of him.
“It involves you. Of course I’m taking it seriously.”
“But how much liability they bear will be determined by the contracts, the evidence, and the results of the investigation. No more, and no less.”
I looked at him and smiled.
“Mr. Winslow, you’re very attractive when you’re working.”
He lifted his coffee cup, and the tips of his ears slowly turned red.
After a few seconds, he finally said, “It’s an honor to have your approval.”
Outside the window, the trees lining the street were sprouting new leaves.
In the showroom, employees were greeting new clients. On the conference table sat the fabric sample books for our upcoming launch.
I returned to my desk and continued reviewing the plans for the next quarter.
My life was my own, and I would decide the next step.
Eric and Madison were already in the past.
Wherever the brand expanded next, I would be the one to take it there.
As for Wyatt, we could take our time getting to know each other. There was no need to define the future right now.
There would always be coffee, and there was still plenty of time.
I thought the Hawthorne situation was a matter of waiting for the investigation results.
But the next morning, Wyatt placed a formal legal demand letter on my desk.
Hawthorne Apparel was demanding that Carrington restore the unsigned procurement framework and credit support. They were blaming us for their production stoppages, customer returns, and reputational damage.
The last line of the letter stated that if they did not receive a satisfactory response within three days, they would go public with claims that we had engaged in malicious commercial retaliation after the “engagement” between our families fell apart.
I flipped to the attachments.
The very first piece of evidence they cited was the wedding—the one that never had a marriage license.
Wyatt asked me, “How do you want to handle this?”
I pressed the intercom and told my assistant to pull the written notice of suspended cooperation, the original contracts, and both recordings.
“If they want to drag private matters into a business dispute, then let’s show everyone who was really talking business that night.”