The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Ghosts in Photographs

Damien pov

I drove home on autopilot, my mind racing through memories I’d spent three years trying to bury in therapy sessions and work and anything that would keep me from thinking about what I’d done.

I pulled into my penthouse garage and took the private elevator up to my apartment, standing in the middle of my living room and looking at everything I’d built. It was all cold perfection—expensive furniture that no one ever sat on, art that no one ever looked at, windows that overlooked a city I barely saw. Everything here was dead in the way that I’d been dead for thirty-one years, until Aria had walked into my life with her quiet intelligence and unexpected kindness and made me feel things I’d never let myself feel before.

And I’d thrown her away like she was nothing, when she was actually everything.

I walked to my study and pulled out a box I’d hidden three years ago in the back of my closet, behind suits I never wore. Inside were the only photos I had of Aria from our brief, disastrous relationship.

Most were from public events—formal charity galas where she’d stood beside me in expensive dresses, her smile never reaching her eyes, her body language screaming discomfort even though she’d never complained.

But there was one photo that was different, tucked at the bottom of the box like contraband. It had been taken at the lodge during the weekend I made love to Aria, captured in a moment when Aria hadn’t known I was watching. She was laughing in the photo, really laughing with her whole body, looking at something off-camera that had delighted her. Her hair was wild from the wind, her cheeks flushed from the cold, her eyes bright with genuine happiness. She looked free and beautiful and completely herself in a way she’d never been around me. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

I’d taken that photo without her knowledge and kept it even though I’d told myself I felt nothing for her, because even then some part of me had known the truth. She was special. She was home. She was everything I’d never let myself want because wanting things meant being vulnerable, and vulnerability meant being hurt the way Marcus had been hurt, the way everyone in my family had been hurt.

So I’d hurt her first, destroyed everything before it could destroy me, and called it self-preservation when it was really just cowardice.

My phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. The message made my blood run cold:

Cute family reunion at the preschool today. Noah looks just like you. Same eyes. Same smile. Would be a shame if something happened to him. —M

Attached was a photo taken today at the preschool—Noah walking between Aria and me, his small hand reaching for mine, all three of us captured in a moment that looked almost like a real family instead of the broken pieces we actually were.

Marcus had been there. Watching. Photographing. Planning whatever revenge he’d been brewing for years.

My hands shook with rage as I called my head of security, a man named Davidson who’d worked for me for five years and had never once given me reason to doubt his loyalty.

"I need you to triple the team on Aria Monroe and Noah Monroe," I ordered, my voice steadier than I felt. "Close protection, constant surveillance. I want eyes on them every second of every day."

"Yes, sir." He paused, and I could hear the hesitation in his voice before he asked, "Should we inform Ms. Monroe about the additional security?"

"No." I looked at Marcus’s threat again, the words seeming to burn themselves into my retinas. "Just keep them safe. They can hate me for it later if they need to."

After I hung up, I found myself staring at the photo Marcus had sent along with his message. The three of us looked like a family in that captured moment, a tableau of something I’d never allowed myself to truly want. It was everything I’d been too afraid to reach for, and everything Marcus wanted to destroy because he knew exactly how much it would hurt me.

I’d spent three years running from the truth, from feelings I couldn’t control, from the undeniable fact that I’d fallen for my wife and been too broken, too damaged by my childhood to admit it. Now it seemed like it was too late for regrets, too late for second chances, too late for anything except damage control.

Unless Aria gave me one more chance. And why would she do that after everything I’d done, after the way I’d systematically broken her heart and pushed her away?

My phone rang again, and Aria’s name flashed across the screen. I answered immediately.

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