He Chose Her On Our Wedding Night So I Took Everything Chapter 39
“I’ve already made dinner reservations. You still have time.”
He didn’t say that work wasn’t important, and he didn’t try to cancel my schedule for me.
As I got into the car, it struck me that this was the kind of partner I was willing to have by my side.
Final Chapter
On the day Hawthorne Apparel’s liquidation was finalized, I was in our new fabric lab, reviewing the first batch of test results.
Legal sent me the official notice that the case had closed.
Carrington had recovered the receivables owed under our contracts. Liability for the defective products had been determined by regulators, and the remaining debts had been distributed according to procedure.
The procurement framework the Hawthorne family had once demanded we restore unconditionally had never been granted any legal standing.
And that wedding, the one without a license, had not won them a single order.
After I finished reading the email, I moved it to my “completed matters” folder.
Madison never contacted me again.
Neither did Eric.
They had once treated me as a permanent fixture in their lives. Then, after losing everything, they had fought to prove the blame belonged to the other.
But investigations don’t change the facts just because someone puts on a convincing show.
The messages, the testing reports, the approval documents, the contracts, the recordings—they all remained.
The consequences for what they had said and done were, in the end, theirs alone to bear.