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"I got hurt too, Naomi—" I averted my gaze and brought Samuel away. "Escort him out, security. Don't let unrelated people into the company again." … Yohan made Julian come for me again. Perhaps he was trying to use my motherly love for Julian to keep me around, but I was no longer the same person I was. "Stop coming to find me, boy. Your father and I have already divorced—I am no longer your mother," I said. Julian immediately turned anxious when he heard how I addressed him. "I want to eat your dark cuisines, Mommy. I want you to tell me bedtime stories and hug me to sleep."

she said, more quietly. “Shame. I was just thinking about how I was going to take you tonight.” “I’m serious.” His tone shifted. Not gone was the teasing, but something softer snuck in. “Okay. What’s going on?” April hesitated, just for a second. “My mother showed up today.” The line went quiet. “As in... Gail?” Noah asked finally. “Yep. Just waltzed into my office like the meeting would be welcomed.” “What the fuck?” “Yeah.”

“His mother’s name is Abigail McGregor.” “Margaret!” Noah exclaimed, feeling completely relived and excited that Margaret finally came around. Turning to face Lovelyn, he said “I’m sorry, I can’t call you mother. I can’t acknowledge you as mother, but I’m happy that I at least saw you before the end of my life.” With that, Noah stood up from the table. Margaret took him by the hand and led him to Alex’s table. “I can’t stand her, she’s claiming to be his mother already.”

“Noah, if anyone asks about your mom, all you have to do is say that she’s not with us anymore, okay? And if people keep asking, you’re allowed to politely say that you don’t want to talk about it.” “I can say that?” “Yes, politely,” I said one more time to make sure it was fully emphasized. “Now, go and figure out what you want to have for breakfast while I tell Uncle Travis all the stuff we’ve got to do today.” “Kay!” Noah said, then scrambled off my knee and ran off. “Walk with me. I need a new shirt,” I told Tavis. “I thought I smelled you wearing your coffee. Hit a bump going too fast in the Jeep?” he asked.

I shouldn't have said that but I couldn't fuck around and let my mother know. “That makes it worse.” I exhaled slowly through my nose. “Why are you like this?” “Because I gave birth to you and unfortunately that means your emotional disasters concern me.” I snorted quietly under my breath before grabbing a drink off one of the passing trays mostly to avoid answering. Bad choice because apparently silence just encouraged her. “He’s at your university?” I took a sip. “Noah.” “Yes.” “Older or younger?” “Mother.” “Answer the question.” “Older by like four months.”

As if she wished I wasn’t her daughter. “I can’t believe you,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I have failed as a mother. What will Noah think seeing his elder sister, that he looks up to, make out with someone that old?” I stayed my ground, my throat burning and eyes stinging with tears. “Noah likes him and so do I.” “He’s my ex-boy—” I interrupted her. “You were fifteen when you dated him, mom. He’s forty-four now. He moved on and so did you. Stop getting stuck in the past.”

“You wanna leave? Then get out. I’ll bury anyone who questions me.” Silence followed. No one wanted to challenge him, not in this state. As they turned into another dirt path leading toward an even deeper forested hideout, Noah’s phone buzzed again. Blocked number. He hesitated but picked it up. “Hello?” A familiar, broken voice came through. “Noah… it’s your mother.” His jaw tightened. “How did you get this number?” “I know more than you think. The world’s watching you now. You’re all over the news. This isn’t revenge anymore. It’s a death wish.”

Mom finally spoke and stood up and faced Noah's carbon copy. Trey was totally shocked by mom's approach to him. The mistake continued, "We've been looking for you! My daughter has been insanely searching for you everywhere all these years!"

He shifted uncomfortably before finally meeting Sophia's gaze, his voice soft yet guarded, "It's nothing, really. Just... a birthday invitation." Sophia raises an eyebrow, sensing there was to the story that Noah was letting on. "Whose birthday?" she probed gently, her curiosity piqued. His hesitation made her curiousity heighten. What could be so important that the CEO of Milton group would be so hesitant to say? “You never stroked me as the type to attend a baby shower.” Noah hesitated once more, fumbling for words. After a moment of internal debate, he sighed, resigned to the truth. "It's my mother's birthday," he admitted quietly.

"I'm a little surprised at your change of heart. After Cassandra, I'd thought that you'd lay low for a while." He had said that he would so he'd have to tap dance to get around his mother. "I guess Hailey is just different enough to pique my interest." "If you say so. I can't wait to meet this woman who has soothed your broken heart." That was his mother, a hopeless romantic. He sighed. "I need to go, Mom." "Will you call me when you start filming?" "You should come and visit," Noah said before he could think about the implications of that.