Chapter 8 - The Ultimate Ultimatum
Callum’s dark eyes flared with a desperate, fierce light. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, heavy velvet box—not the plain platinum band from the courthouse, but a custom-designed ring holding a brilliant, flawless diamond that looked as though it had been carved out of winter starlight.
“The contract is void,” Callum said, his voice cracking slightly with an emotion he had spent thirty-seven years suppressing. “We tear up the dissolution papers tonight. We stay married—not for the board, not for the family name, and not for the corporate assets. Just you and me.”
Tessa looked down at the ring, then back into his eyes, where the cold, untouchable billionaire was completely gone, replaced by a man who had finally learned how to surrender.
“There’s just one condition,” Tessa said, her voice teasing, though her eyes shone with unshed tears.
Callum paused, a half-smile breaking through his tension. “Name it. Anything.”
“If you ever try to handle my preschool art supplies like corporate inventory again, I’m locking you out of the penthouse.”
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Callum let out a low, genuine laugh—the warm, rich sound she had fallen in love with long before she ever admitted it to herself. He slid the diamond ring onto her left finger, right beside the plain platinum band, and pressed a long, lingering kiss against her knuckles.
“Deal,” he whispered against her skin.
