He Said Don’t Wait, So I Married Someone Else Chapter 42

He Said Don’t Wait, So I Married Someone Else Chapter 42

Sloane also left town, and no one heard from her again.
As a gesture of goodwill—and to salvage their tattered reputation—the Whitakers offered me a form of “compensation” I couldn’t refuse: a five-year, rent-free lease on a King Street storefront three times the size of my original studio.
Everything settled.

On a bright, clear weekend, Noah and I flew back to Las Vegas. Not to the county courthouse, but to a small, quiet chapel off the strip. No guests, no cameras. Just us. With the sun streaming through the stained-glass windows, we said our vows again. This time, there was no desperation, no backup plan. Just a clear, unwavering choice.
“I love you, Mrs. Caldwell.”
“I love you too, Mr. Caldwell.”

Later, Noah used his legal expertise to help me incorporate my business, placing my floral studio, my brand, and all my assets under a company that was solely and unshakably mine.
One evening, we were curled up on the sofa, half-watching the news. A story on the international broadcast caught my eye. A young American businessman had gone missing in Europe, his whereabouts unknown. A blurry, pixelated photo flashed on the screen.
It was Garrett.
“He looks… like he’s in trouble,” I said softly.
Noah clicked the television off and pulled me into his arms. “That has nothing to do with us anymore.” His voice was calm and sure. “His story is over. Ours is just beginning.”
I kissed him, trying to shake the faint chill that had run through me. I knew that men like Garrett rarely accepted defeat.
But so what?
Whatever came next, we would face it.
Together.