Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 720

Gwen’s POV

They said twenty-four to forty-eight hours.

I repeated that window so many times in my head it became a kind of internal clock.

A clock of tension.

The constant feeling that something could happen at any moment, that the timeline wasn’t mine anymore.

Twenty-four to forty-eight hours for the investigation to move forward after the evidence was presented.

Which meant the call could come at any time.

I still hadn’t told Nick anything.

Because there’s a very specific kind of hope that, when placed in the hands of a broken man, turns into a promise.

And promises are dangerous.

If the plan led nowhere, we would have to go through the legal route.

The formal path.

Slow.

Full of hearings and competing narratives.

I didn’t want Nick to feel like everything was resolved, only to watch reality take it away from him as easily as Renee had taken our peace. I didn’t want to see his eyes light up just to go dark again days later.

So I carried it alone. I tucked the weight into a place inside me I knew well.

The place where I put everything that couldn’t spill over.

I tried to allow myself a

I were curled up on the couch in the

documentary played on

promising mystery and ten minutes later you realize it’s just

Nick had a blanket over his legs and his arm wrapped

his body and, for a few

physical reminder that life doesn’t wait

the remote, lowering the

about something dumb today,”

room.” I

we’re going to look at that wall every day and remember we messed up,”

get it right.” I

a perfectionist than you

“I’m practical,” he corrected.

“You’re the perfectionist.”

I made an offended

squeezed

color do you think

very princess.Like…

looked at me

making that

the paint industry,” I replied with

up, it exists.” Nick let out a laugh, pulling me closer, and I laughed with him, feeling my chest lighten like,

for the…,” he started, then

felt his body tense slightly, like the sentence had

the baby,” I

“For the baby… what color do you want?”

at the ceiling, pretending to think

I’d want something classic,” I

beige, that