The Wife He Underestimated Chapter 11

The Wife He Underestimated Chapter 11

Epilogue 

Five years later, I received a letter. 

Not an email. An actual letter, on expensive stationery, delivered by courier to my office in Zurich. 

I recognized the handwriting immediately. 

Marcus. 

I almost threw it away without reading. But curiosity won.  

Dear Isabelle, 

I heard about your latest acquisition–the renewable energy portfolio across Scandinavia. Brilliant move. You always did see three moves ahead of everyone else. 

I’m writing to say something I should have said ten years ago: I’m proud of you. Not of what you’ve become–you were always this person. I’m proud 

that you finally let the world see what I was too blind to appreciate. 

You were magnificent. You are magnificent. 

I don’t expect forgiveness. I don’t deserve it. But I wanted you to know that I finally understand what I lost. Not a wife. Not a business partner. But an 

equal. A queen in her own right. 

I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re thriving. I hope you never think of me. 

You deserve everything. 

– Marcus 

I read it twice. 

Then I put it in my desk drawer, with the other letters he’d sent over the years. Apologies, observations, congratulations on my successes. 

I’d kept them all, though I wasn’t sure why. 

Maybe because they were proof that I’d mattered to someone once, even if he’d only realized it after I left. 

Maybe because they reminded me of what I’d escaped. 

Or maybe because deep down, a tiny part of me was glad he finally understood! 

But it didn’t change anything. 

I didn’t want him back. I didrit need him back. 

I was happy–genuinely, completely happy–without him. 

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And that was the menest success of all. 

+45 Coins 

I closed the drawers addreturned to work. 

The Moretti entrepans waiting. 

And I had words to coonouer