Chapter 155 Chapter 155
Chapter 155 Chapter 155
Chloe’s POV
The proposal happened on a normal Tuesday.
At least that was what I thought when I walked into the company auditorium for what I assumed was another executive briefing. The hall lights were dimmed slightly, and the employees were already seated. I frowned, wondering why no one had informed me of a scheduled gathering.
When I stepped fully inside, the large screen behind the stage flickered to life.
Images began to play.
Not financial charts.
Not company growth statistics.
Pictures of Jessica in the incubator.
Pictures of me at the office, tired but determined.
Clips from board meetings where I stood alone at the head of the table.
Photos of Drake in the hospital bed.
Then one particular image stayed longer than the rest.
Jessica’s tiny hand wrapped around both of ours.
My throat tightened.
I turned slowly.
Drake was standing at the center of the stage.
Not in his usual sharp business suit, but in a simple dark ensemble that made him look less like a CEO and more like a man about to risk his heart.
The entire company was silent.
He stepped forward, his voice steady but filled with something deeper than confidence.
“I almost lost my memory,” he said. “I almost lost my company. But the worst thing I almost lost… was her.”
His eyes met mine.
“You carried my child alone. You rebuilt what I nearly destroyed. You stood when everyone else wanted you on your knees.”
I felt heat rise to my cheeks.
“You never asked for applause. You never begged for validation. You simply fought.”
He walked down from the stage and stopped directly in front of me.
“I don’t want you hidden. I don’t want you beside me quietly. I want you with me. Officially. Completely.”
He dropped to one knee.
The room inhaled collectively.
“Chloe,” he said softly, holding out a velvet box, “will you marry me?”
Inside was a diamond ring that caught the light like fire. It wasn’t just expensive. It was deliberate. Elegant. Powerful.
My hands trembled slightly.
Jessica was in Mia’s arms at the front row, watching with wide eyes as if she understood.
I looked at Drake.
At the man who had failed.
At the man who had returned.
At the father of my child.
“Yes,” I said.
The hall erupted in applause.
He slipped the ring onto my finger, stood up, and kissed me.
Not rushed.
Not desperate.
Deep.
Sure.
The wedding was held a month later.
It was not quiet.
It was not small.
It was magnificent.
The ceremony took place in a grand hall lined with crystal chandeliers that shimmered like stars suspended from the ceiling. White roses and soft pink peonies were arranged along the aisle, leading toward a floral arch that stood tall and breathtaking at the altar.
The scent of fresh flowers mixed with the faint trace of expensive perfume and polished marble floors.
I wore a custom-made gown that hugged my waist before cascading into layers of silk and lace. The bodice was delicately embroidered with hand-stitched details that shimmered softly under the lights. The neckline curved elegantly, revealing just enough skin without losing grace.
The train flowed behind me like a river of satin.
My hair was styled in soft waves that framed my face, pinned back with a delicate diamond comb that caught the light with every movement. My makeup was subtle but radiant, highlighting the strength in my eyes rather than masking it.
When I walked down the aisle holding Jessica in my arms for the first few steps before handing her to Mia, the entire room rose to their feet.
Drake stood at the altar in a tailored black tuxedo that fit him perfectly. The crisp white shirt beneath it contrasted sharply with the dark fabric, and the subtle sheen of his jacket reflected the chandeliers above. He looked composed, powerful, and undeniably handsome.
But when his eyes met mine, the power faded into something softer.
Emotion.
When I reached him, he took my hands carefully, as though holding something fragile and priceless.
The officiant began, but I barely heard the opening words.
When it was time for vows, Drake spoke first.
“I loved you imperfectly at first,” he admitted. “I failed you. I forgot you. But I choose you now with full memory and full awareness. I vow to stand beside you, not above you. I vow to protect our daughter and honor the strength that you are.”
His voice wavered slightly near the end.
I swallowed before speaking.
“You hurt me,” I said honestly. “But you also fought for me. You stood when it mattered. I do not promise blind devotion. I promise partnership. I promise truth. I promise to walk beside you as your equal.”
The room was silent.
He slid the wedding band onto my finger.
I placed his ring on his hand.
When he kissed me, it was not simply ceremonial.
It was claiming.
It was sealing.
The reception was extravagant.
Golden table settings reflected candlelight. Crystal glasses clinked as guests toasted. A live orchestra played softly in the background. The cake stood five tiers tall, decorated with intricate sugar flowers and delicate gold accents.
We danced slowly under the glow of chandeliers while Jessica slept peacefully nearby.
Later that night, when the guests thinned and the laughter softened, we stepped outside onto the balcony overlooking the city skyline.
“You’re really mine now,” he said quietly.
“I was never property,” I teased gently.
He smiled.
“My wife,” he corrected.
That word felt different.
Earned.
We traveled out of the country two days later.
A private jet carried us across oceans to a coastal city where the water stretched endlessly beneath the sun. The villa overlooked the sea, its balconies open to warm air and soft waves crashing below.
Jessica’s laughter echoed through the rooms as we took turns carrying her along the shore.
For the first time, there were no enemies waiting.
No headlines threatening.
No prison visits.
Just us.
One evening, as the sun dipped into the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold, I stood barefoot in the sand holding Jessica against my chest.
Drake wrapped his arms around both of us from behind.
“You’re happy,” he said softly.
I let the breeze brush against my face.
“Yes,” I answered.
And this time, it wasn’t temporary.
It wasn’t fragile.
It was real.
I had lost so much.
I had fought through humiliation, prison walls, grief, betrayal, and pain.
But standing there with the ocean stretching endlessly before me, my daughter safe in my arms and my husband beside me, I realized something quietly powerful.
I had not just survived.
I had rebuilt.
And I was finally happy.
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