Rhett POV
I reached for her before she could get far.
“Margot.”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.”
I’d spent most of my life believing that when problems came, you handled them yourself.
Tonight, for the first time, I understood something I’d never really experienced before.
The feeling of having someone beside you.
Margot couldn’t solve the problems waiting for her in the morning.
She was unable to control the market or stop my family from fighting over the company.
But none of that mattered tonight.
After hours of exhaustion, anxiety, pain, and sleeplessness, having her beside me had done something no medication could.
She had stayed, talked to me, and taken care of me without asking for anything in return.
That was enough.
Her answer was a soft kiss on my forehead.
I closed my
