All Chapters of My CEO Husband Denies Our Son, So I Deny Him: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Cherie's POVHowever, my son, Aster Clayton, shook his head and said determinedly, "No. Daddy promised me he'd be here."I sighed helplessly. Aster really did take after Mitchell Clayton when it came to being stubborn.So, I had no choice but to wait with Aster, but the only phenomenon we witnessed was the guests all leaving the party one after another.Before long, there were only the maids left with us. They told us that the guests had all left our party to attend Stacy Padilla's party instead.Aster stood in the corner, his eyes red-rimmed as he huffed and complained, "Why does she always have to compete with me? Why won't she even leave me and my birthday party alone? If Dad—If Uncle Mitch sees nobody turning up for my party, he's going to be really upset!"I didn't know how to comfort him when I saw how anxious and upset he was. After all, the "Uncle Mitch" he kept mentioning hadn't just abandoned him but had also gone to attend Stacy's party as well.In fact, Mitchell had

Cherie's POVFrom that day onward, I asked the lawyer to draft a divorce agreement for me while I went home to tidy up my belongings.I caught sight of a box in the study and thought that it was a box of Aster's toys. When I opened it, however, I realized it was a box of old photos I took with Mitchell.There were photos of us laughing while eating from the cheap fast food restaurant outside our rented apartment, and also of us running along the beach hand in hand.These photos had been here for a very long time, but there were no signs of wear or storage on them. In fact, there wasn't even a single speck of dust on them. It was obvious that someone had been taking them out every day and then carefully and meticulously putting everything back.A surge of emotions welled up inside me. However, I ultimately put the photos back where they belonged.I wasn't going to change my mind again since I'd already made up my mind about leaving.Still, Bianca refused to let me go without a fi

Third-person POV"I don't want this, Daddy! I want cake! I want strawberry cake!"Stacy shoved aside her food in disgust as she sat in her hospital bed, looking at Mitchell in dissatisfaction.He frowned instinctively.Bianca immediately spoke up. "Stacy, don't throw a tantrum like this. Uncle Mitch is usually very busy. Mommy will buy it for you instead."She then got up, but Mitchell stopped her and said, "It's fine. I'll go get it."Bianca grinned happily at him at once.But seconds later, Mitchell's face darkened as he said, "This is the last time, Stacy. Don't ever call me 'Daddy' outside again.""But there's no one else here."As soon as the words were out of her mouth, the entire room plunged into an eerie silence. Bianca quickly realized that Stacy had said the wrong thing, but Mitchel turned and left without another word.He stood at the door to the room, suddenly having a stuffy feeling in his chest.When Stacy had called him "Daddy" just now, the first thing he re

Cherie's POVI instinctively glanced at Aster when I saw Mitchell saying that on television.However, Aster was more focused on digging out his ice cream with a spoon and didn't react to it at all.I sighed in relief and retrieved a bag from my back before handing it to him. "You'll be starting school tomorrow, Aster. This is Mommy's present for you."He was so ecstatic that he clapped his hands in glee and jumped up to kiss me on the cheek. He was so excited to meet his new friends at school the next day that he could barely sleep that night.Early the next morning, however, the doorbell rang.I teased Aster on the nose and said, "Come on, it's time to get up! Even the milkman's already here with your milk!"However, I froze when I opened the door and realized that it was Mitchell.He looked like he'd aged overnight, with dark circles under his eyes, looking like he hadn't slept well in days.Still, the sharp look in his eyes remained, exuding a strong sense of authority from