🔑 Extended Epilogue
Clause 48
Della
One year later, the contract lives in a drawer neither of us can quite throw away.
Forty-seven pages of everything we promised not to feel, and a forty-eighth I found tucked behind the signature block in his handwriting, dated the day he signed.
Clause 48. It isn't a clause. It's a sentence. I'm going to spend the next six months proving that I'm worth the risk you took by saying yes.
He was wrong about the timeline. It took him a week.
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