“You can judge how our marriage started,” Garrett said firmly. “But the man standing here today has learned from his mistakes. My wife is not a weakness. She is the reason I am stronger.”
Franklin Bishop studied them for a long moment, then closed Malcolm’s folder. “We are here to discuss business,” he said calmly. “Mr. Sullivan, continue.”
Malcolm’s attempt to embarrass Garrett failed. By the end of the presentation, the investors approved the Harbor Point project.
Back home that evening, Harper finally let herself breathe. She wrapped her arms around Garrett. “I thought we were going to lose everything,” she admitted.
“We were never going to lose as long as we had each other,” he replied.
Their relationship changed completely after that day. The mansion slowly became a real home filled with laughter instead of silence.
Harper finally opened the event design studio she had always dreamed of in Pioneer Square. Garrett supported her fully, investing in the space and celebrating her success as proudly as his own.
Months later, Garrett came home early and found Harper standing in the garden with a shy smile. She handed him a small white box.
Inside was a pair of tiny baby shoes.