The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Chapter 8 – Three Years Later

One year later.

"Happy birthday, Noah!" I clapped as Noah smashed his tiny hands into the small cake I’d baked.

Blue frosting went everywhere—his face, his hair, the high chair tray.

Olivia laughed from across my new flat’s kitchen table. "I think he’s enjoying it."

I grinned, snapping photos on my phone. "Think so?"

My flat was bigger now—still in East London, but a proper one-bedroom. Noah had his own room with a crib and toys I’d saved months to buy. I had a real job now, junior analyst at Meridian Investment Firm. The pay was modest, but it was okay by me.

Noah giggled, smearing blue frosting across his cheek. His ice-blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

God, I loved him. I loved him so much it physically hurt sometimes.

I held up a single candle. "Make a wish, little man."

He blew spit bubbles instead.

I blew out the candle for him. I wish for us to never be powerless again.

After cake we had a bath time, after Noah was finally asleep in his crib, Olivia and I sat on my small balcony with tea.

She looked at me over the rim of her cup. "You’ve come so far. From that café to this. I’m proud of you."

"Couldn’t have done it without you." I said and I meant it.

She’d been there for everything. Late-night feedings when I was too exhausted to function. Emergency babysitting when work ran late. Endless encouragement when I wanted to give up.

She set down her tea. "What’s next?"

I looked out at the London skyline. "More. I want more."

"More what?" She leaned forward, curious.

My voice hardened. "Everything. I want to build something they can’t touch. Something so big and powerful that my son will never be thrown away like I was."

Olivia was quiet for a moment, her fingers tapping against her cup. "And then?"

The words came out cold. "Then I go back. I go back and I show them what they created when they destroyed me."

"Revenge?"

"Justice," I corrected, meeting her eyes. "There’s a difference."

She didn’t argue, instead she just squeezed my hand.

Later that night, after Olivia left, I stood in Noah’s doorway watching him sleep. He was sprawled in his crib, one arm thrown over his head, completely at peace.

I whispered into the darkness. "Mama will give you everything. Everything they said we didn’t deserve. And I’ll take back what they stole from us."

My phone buzzed. An email from my boss at Meridian.

Aria - Impressive work on portfolio analysis. Senior partners want to meet with you. Major opportunity. Tomorrow, 9 AM.

My heart raced. This was it. The break I’d been working toward.

I looked back at Noah. His chest rose and fell steadily.

I murmured to my sleeping son. "The climb begins. Watch me, baby boy. Watch Mama become someone they’ll never forget."

Three years later. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

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