He Married Another So I Accepted My Arranged Husband Chapter 32
On the day the system officially went live, a heavy snow fell over Lugano.
One by one, routes lit up across the main screen.
From port to warehouse, from rail to sea freight, every stream of risk data completed its first successful update within the new model.
The members of the technical committee stared at the results.
A few minutes later, the chairman extended his hand to me.
“Welcome to the team, Indigo.”
“This project belongs to Conti, and it belongs to the engineering team you led.”
I shook his hand.
“Thank you.”
After the meeting, Marco sent the final report to the group.
He had passed his probation, but he never mentioned Northstar, and he never spoke of Salvatore again.
Everyone had moved on.
I walked to the window and saw Desmond’s car parked downstairs.
At the same time, my phone buzzed with a message.
*I’m outside. Come down when you’re done. No rush.*
I didn’t reply right away.
First, I signed the project acceptance form.
*Indigo Conti.*
No attached title. No one else’s surname.
Only after the last engineer had confirmed the data did I close my laptop and head downstairs.
Desmond was standing in the snow, a thin layer of white already dusting his shoulders.
“Been waiting long?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
“This time, I’m not the one left waiting outside a door.”
“And I didn’t cancel our appointment.”
He opened the car door for me.
“The clinic?” he asked.
“Home first.”
I settled into the passenger seat.
As we drove along the lake, the sky gradually dimmed.
I thought of that registrar’s office in Manhattan.
For six years, I had stood outside doors, waiting for other people to decide when they would recognize me, when they would finally put me first.
Only now did I understand that a place that truly belongs to you is not something you have to wait for.
Salvatore had lost Northstar and the heir’s signet ring.
Moretti had retracted its lies, and their alliance agreement was worthless.
The price they paid was not my new life.
My career, my name, and my marriage no longer existed to prove who had won and who had lost.
Desmond took my hand.
“What are you thinking about?”
I looked at the lights of our house coming into view up ahead.
“Tomorrow.”
“What’s the plan for tomorrow?”
“Work, dinner, home.”
I smiled.
“All chosen by me.”
The car stopped in front of the house.
This time, I wasn’t standing outside a door, waiting to be let in.
I was the one opening it.
And the life on the other side was finally my own.
The End