We Want Mommy Not You Daddy (Cedar) novel Chapter 118

We Want Mommy, Not You, Daddy!

Chapter 118

Ridley’s POV

The disappointment on Aiden’s face was unmistakable. His small shoulder slumped as he watched Cedar with away without schladging

without acknowledging him.

As for me, I could feel my jaw clenching so hard it might crack.

She had completely ignored us. Worse, she was chatting animatedly with some random guy right in front of me. Like I was invisible. Like I wasn’t standing right there, all six–foot–two of me, impossible to miss.

The morning crowd in the lobby gave us a wide berth. Even strangers could sense the waves of cold fury radiating from me and my son. Like father, like son–our expressions must have been identical masks of displeasure.

When we reached the executive floor, Aiden silently headed to the small office adjacent to mine where he sometimes reviewed design portfolios. I stalked into my own office, slammed the door harder than necessary, and dropped into my chair.

The stack of contracts requiring my signature sat untouched on my desk. flipped open the top folder, but the words swam before my eyes, refusing to form coherent sentences.

I’d accused her yesterday of overstepping her bound. It was a low blow, spoken in anger, and I knew it even as the words left my mouth.

But what I couldn’t admit–what I still couldn’t fully acknowledge–was how much I enjoyed having her in our lives. The way she treated the boys, the way she lit up around them. The way she lit up around me.

And now she wouldn’t even look at me. Wouldn’t even say good morning.

Instead, she was making small talk with some mediocre marketing guy about his goddamn commute.

I tossed my Mont Blanc pen onto the desk and swiveled my chair to face the floor–to–ceiling windows. The Chicago skyline stretched before me,

but I barely saw it. All I could see was Cedar’s profile as she deliberately turned away from me, as if I were nothing.

The feeling gnawing at my insides wasn’t something I was familiar with. It wasn’t anger, exactly. It was something else–something uncomfortable and persistent.

Something I wasn’t ready to name.

Albert’s POV

Mr. Sterling tapped his fingers against the polished mahogany desk, his voice cutting through the air like ice. “Albert. Come in.”

I sat at my desk outside the executive office, feeling my stomach drop at the sound of his voice. My morning coffee suddenly felt acidic in my

stomach.

It was barely 8 AM, and I could already tell Mr. Sterling was in a foul mood. The temperature in the Sterling Design Group’s executive floor seemed to drop several degrees whenever he was upset.

I’d been purposely avoiding going in to give my morning report, hoping his mood might improve. No such luck. Taking a deep breath, I entered the lion’s den with my head slightly bowed.

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Chapter 118

What can I do for you, sir? I kept my valce steady, professional.

Have the Design Director come up.” His obsidian eyes revealed nothing, at after five years as his executive assistant, I could read betemen the

lines.

The Design Director was Ms. Wright, Cedar Wright.

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