I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Novel by Anonymous

I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 60 During the recess, Grandfather cornered Sabine in the hall. “Without Whitmore, who do you think you are?” Sabine was deathly pale, but she didn’t retreat behind anyone. “That’s what you said to Clara, too, isn’t it?” Grandfather raised his hand. My father caught his

I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 59 Before the second hearing, Grandfather demanded my father sign a statement. It claimed the nine master patterns had always been kept by the company and that my father had mistakenly turned them over to me as if they were personal papers. My father sat

I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 58 Three days later, every new royalty payment from the nine silhouettes began flowing into the supervised account. Whitmore could no longer route the money into Sabine’s name, and they could no longer use the frozen trust to pressure me. The brand quietly removed the

I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 57 On the day of the temporary hearing, the first snow of the season fell over New York. Whitmore’s lawyers painted me as a woman who had abandoned her family for six years, only to return and claim historical achievements just as the brand was

I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 56 That afternoon, Whitmore issued a statement. It said nothing about the nine master patterns. It only claimed that certain historical designs had been “completed by the family’s creative team” and that, having lived in Paris for years, I had not directly participated in the

I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 55 Grandfather pushed a contract toward me. Salary, profit share, a board seat—it was all there. On the last page was a single condition: withdraw the request for public credit correction for the nine silhouettes. Six years ago, they had tried to trade my marriage

I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 54 The emergency meeting was held on the top floor of Whitmore headquarters. When I arrived, Grandfather sat at the head of the long table, the board minutes he had already signed placed beside his hand. My father sat to his left, dark circles under

I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 53 Three weeks later, my mother was discharged from the hospital. My father brought the keys to the old Whitmore archive room, along with the nine master patterns that had been wrongly credited. The lawyers had already begun the copyright corrections and royalty recovery. Grandfather

I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 52 I remembered my second year in Paris, when the inflammation in my right wrist had gotten so bad I could hardly hold a pair of scissors. A major brand took the opportunity to offer to buy out my patterns on one condition: the patternmaker’s

I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 51 Then Julien produced a long, narrow wooden box. “It’s not a ring,” he said immediately. “And this is not a proposal.” Inside was a brand-new pair of shears. Black steel blades, a brass pivot, and a handle custom-molded to fit my right hand. There