The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 369

Chapter 167: The Breakfast Table Confessions-3

He shook his head, the memory bittersweet. “But I had been possessive, controlling, thinking I knew best. Even after we married, even after we had you, son… it wasn’t easy.”

His hands tightened slightly on the table. “Your mother is always traveling alone, attending events, meeting dozens of men who would try to get her attention. I didn’t like it. We argued. Often. Sometimes I thought we were on the verge of breaking everything we’d built.”

A faint, rueful smile tugged at his lips. “But I couldn’t imagine life without her. And then, finally, I saw it clearly.”

He leaned forward, voice dropping. “For years, every time she leaves she always gave me her location. Always called. Always came home. Always put our family first. Always.”

Dominic’s eyes met Damien’s, steady and unflinching. “And I finally understood. What’s the point of jealousy… when the woman you love already chose you? And still chooses you. Every single damn day.”

He exhaled slowly, letting the words settle. “That’s when I learned to see things differently. The insecurities faded. The uncertainty disappeared and I felt secure.”

Dominic locked eyes with Damien, his expression firm but calm.

“You still have a lot to learn,” he said. “Think of it like a business deal. The moment you sign that contract, you’re giving your commitment and loyalty to your partner. You trust that each side will act in the best interest of that partnership, right? You don’t hover over them, you don’t question every move-they’re trusted to do their part.”

He leaned back slightly, letting the analogy sink in. “Love is the same. When you choose each other as partners, you’ve made that commitment. You trust her decisions, her judgment, her loyalty. You support her, and she supports you. That’s how you honor what you’ve promised.

you can’t trust that… then the partnership, the love, won’t survive.”

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He met Damien’s eyes, firm but guiding. “Fix it, son-but don’t do it because you feel obligated. Do it because you understand where you went wrong, and you want to make it right.”

Dominic turned his gaze to Ashcroft, his voice calm but pointed.

“Same goes for you, Nicholas. Be easy on Ms. Lin. Asserting your authority at every single chance isn’t the way to earn her respect… or her affection.”

Ashcroft’s eyes widened, a faint flush rising to his cheeks. He opened his mouth to argue,

hapter 167 The Breakfast Table Confessions-3

then closed it again.

“What… what are you talking about, Uncle Dom?” he stammered.

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He shifted awkwardly in his seat, muttering under his breath, clearly aware that he sounded less than convincing. “I’m not… not trying anything! Definitely not trying to earn her affection. She’s just… too annoying! Yeah… too annoying!”

Ashcroft’s face went red, his usual composure crumbling as he glanced at Damien, who was trying-and failing-not to smirk.

“Too annoying,” he muttered again under his breath, like saying it enough times might make it

true.

Damien leaned back, shaking his head. “You realize you sound like a lovesick teenager, right?

Ashcroft froze, eyes wide. “I-what?! No! You’re delusional! You need help, man!”

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