Page 109 of In Love With Mr. Wrong

Grayson leans in, resting his forehead against mine. “She will. Every single day.”

In the background, the world continues. Cars honk in the distance. Someone on the street below yells for a cab. But here, in this moment, we are wrapped in our own quiet. And for once, it feels like enough.

Back inside, Grayson carefully lays Evie in her bassinet. She stirs but doesn’t wake. Her arms stretch, then curl again, her tiny fists tucked near her cheeks. I watch him adjust the blanket, then linger. He watches her like he’s trying to memorize her.

“She’s going to change everything,” I say.

He nods. “She already has.”

I take his hand. “We’ve been through a lot. I don’t know what comes next. But I know this…”

“You’re not doing it alone,” he finishes.

We stand together, hands clasped, watching the baby we made. Not just a company. Not just a partnership. Not just a marriage built on improbable beginnings. A family. I think of every version of myself that existed before this: the girl who wanted to prove herself, the woman who built an empire, the matchmaker who believed in love like a formula.

And now, this version. A mother. A wife. A woman who knows what it’s like to look at something so small and feel something so big. The sun begins to dip behind the buildings. A golden haze settles across the skyline. Grayson kisses my temple, then rests his cheek against mine.

“There were no headlines today,” I whisper. “No scandals. No enemies. Just us.”

“Just home,” he murmurs.

And I know, without needing to say it, that this is the story worth telling.

The End

EPILOGUE

There’s a particular hum inside thePerfectly Matchedheadquarters today. Not the usual buzz of investor meetings or the tap-tap of Olivia’s heels across polished floors. This hum is different. It’s anticipation, like the collective inhale of a company holding its breath. And I’m at the center of it, standing inside the glass-walled presentation room where everything began.

Light filters through the massive windows, hitting the new slogan just right:Science Meets Soul.

I straighten my collar, not a tie, because Margot banned them from internal meetings unless absolutely necessary. She says ties restrict creativity. I say they make me look more like a CEO. We compromise with French cuffs and a half-smirk.

“Are you ready?” Olivia asks, gliding in with her tablet in one hand, iced espresso in the other.

“As I’ll ever be.”

“You’re not winging it, are you?”

I grin. “I’m embracing the moment.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’ve been ‘embracing the moment’ since the beta test. You know Margot has bets on whether or not you’ll actually follow the script.”

“Tell her she’s underestimating me.”

“Oh, I did. She doubled down.”

I laugh, but my chest tightens with something warmer. This launch matters. Not just because of what it means for the company, but because of what it says about who we are now.

The new algorithm launches today, a true hybrid. Margot’s logic and my instinct. Her precision, my chaos. Together, it works. Better than anything we could’ve built alone.

The room begins to fill, our team, investors, a few longtime clients. Mason and Alexandra enter, Alexandra in a tailored jumpsuit, Mason in a shirt that looks like he just remembered to button it. He tosses me a mock salute. Mallory appears next, crimson suit, flawless as ever, already whispering into a headset. Power glides when she walks.

And then Margot. She enters holding Evie in a baby sling, a coffee cup in her hand, and her entire presence somehow radiates calm command and soft confidence. She’s wearing deep green silk and black trousers that fit like they were made for her, because they were.

I take the stage.

“Three years ago,” I begin, voice steady, “this company was built on the belief that love could be predicted. That compatibility could be calculated. And in many ways, it can. But love doesn’t always make sense. And honestly, that’s the best part.”

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