Chapter 13
Three months later, the spring wildflowers bloomed across the rugged Oregon cliffs, painting the coastline in vibrant shades of gold and purple. Amy sat on the wide wooden porch of a newly purchased seaside cottage just outside Newport, sipping herbal tea from a ceramic mug. Her baby bump was now fully pronounced, and she spent her afternoons reading historical fiction while listening to the barking seals down in the harbor.
Daniel had relocated his permanent residence to a modest apartment in downtown Portland, visiting his son or daughter every weekend without fail. He had stepped down as active CEO of Harrison Freight Systems, handing the reins to a professional board while dedicating his life to philanthropy and parenting. He had bought a small carpentry workshop down the road, spending his free time building handmade wooden cribs and rocking chairs for the nursery.
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As a sleek black sedan pulled up the gravel driveway, Amy looked up to see Daniel stepping out carrying a freshly painted white bassinet in his arms. He walked up the porch steps with a quiet, confident humility that looked entirely natural on him now, shedding the arrogant billionaire armor for good. "Afternoon, Amy. Thought this bassinet might look good near the master bedroom window," Daniel said with a warm, easy smile.
Amy smiled back, stepping aside to let him carry the handcrafted wooden furniture into the sunlit nursery upstairs. They worked together in comfortable silence, assembling the pieces of a new life that bore no resemblance to the toxic gilded cage they once shared. There were no cameras flashing, no corporate gala crowds, and no secret mistresses waiting in the shadows of their future.
