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21: Angry.

Author: TheLadyAthena
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-26 16:06:54

Caleb's POV:

The car rolled to a stop at my house. Finally, I was out of jail. Fuck whoever laughed at my downfall, fuck the media. Caleb Weston was back.

The press had mostly been silenced—thanks to my father pulling strings no mortal should have—but a few gutter blogs still dared to leak headlines: Fraud Prince Returns, Weston Heir or Weston Scandal? They couldn’t print the truth, but they could whisper it like poison.

I adjusted my cuffs as I stepped out of the blacked-out SUV, boots crunching against the gravel that led to the Weston estate. I was supposed to feel relieved.

But instead, my headache throbbed like a war drum.

Then I spotted Maxwell outside. He was covered with mud, shrieking with joy as he charged across the front lawn.

“DADDY!!”

My two-year-old son launched at me like a missile of pure chaos. His shirt was inside out, there were grass stains on his knees, and a leaf—an actual leaf—was stuck in his hair. I blinked in disbelief as his tiny arms wrapped around my legs
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