MEGAN

Four months later...

OUR DAYS in New York were over. After attending two fundraising events, meeting with investors, and a dinner date with Forrest, I didn’t think I could still stand straight. I was exhausted. I just wanted to throw myself in the bed and sleep for a day. Not that I was complaining, in fact, I was beyond grateful for everything.

But I invited my friends to come over to the private jet we chartered before we headed back to England. I popped a Champagne.

Since Forrest traveled a lot, he planned on purchasing a jet. He let me look over the reports, investments, and insurance of the...