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So I told him about an alternative.

July 29th.

I’m pregnant.

When Dad found out, he had no choice but to accept me and Christopher.

I told Terrance the truth. I couldn’t hide anything from him any longer and he was upset at first, but he told me it was for the best. He liked me, but he wasn’t in love, and I would not settle for anything less.

Father put one condition before I got married and I hated him for it.

I had never wanted his wealth, the power, the legacy that came with the Montgomery name.

He told me that my husband would have to marry into our family and bear the Montgomery name. If there was no male heir, the women in our family may take over, and that meant the husband would be a Montgomery and live in the mansion.

Those are the rules.

Christopher agreed because he loves me and didn’t care about anything else.

Christopher Gates is now Christopher Montgomery.

My amazing, gorgeous husband Chris.

It is the start of my new happy ending. I never thought I could get what I want, but here it is—a handsome, loving husband and a baby on its way.

Somehow, I have a feeling the baby is going to be a boy.

If he’s a boy, I’m going to name him Castle.

TWENTY-SIX

I keptthe journal hidden at all times and would only read it late at night or when I was alone in the room. I couldn’t risk Castle reading it because the contents in the diary could affect him.

I wasn’t sure what other vile family secrets were in here, but I was going to find out.

After dinner, I was taking a stroll outside. Castle was being moody and sat on the floor watching the trains move. He was upset because of the argument we had yesterday.

“Well, why didn’t you ask me before?” I’d asked Castle when I came home after being told that I was co-chairperson by Devin.

Castle stared at me incredulously. “Told you what?”

“Castle, do you realize that I’m not qualified to become a co-chairperson of your company? Why did you sign those papers without asking me first?”

“You’re my wife, and you’ll…take decisions for me when I can’t. What’s so hard for you to understand?”

“You say I’m your wife, but you never ask me anything, not even when the decisions are directly affecting me.”

“Fuck, Millie. I don’t know…what the hell you want.” He said, frustrated. “Why don’t you just fucking say it?”

“What I want is for people in this house to stop deciding for me! That includes you too! And for god’s sake, don’t listen to your brother...”

He was sitting on the floor now, clearly upset by my outburst.

The trains moved through the tracks, zigzagging, blowing smoke and whistle, moving through the tunnel in the hill.

“Don’t talk to me like that!” He was breathing erratically.

I sighed, realizing my mistake. I started walking towards him, “Castle...I’m sorry...I was just...”

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