One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 108: Chapter 108
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The limousine pulled into the private drive just as the morning sky bloomed violet and gold.
Arielle stood on the front steps.
Her heart felt too loud in her chest, her breath catching at every sound. Behind her, the mansion lay still—Jonah and Iris asleep upstairs, Lily curled on the sofa, clutching her toy bunny.
Then the car door opened.
Damien emerged slowly, with help. Leaner. Paler. Bruised and bandaged.
But alive.
Their eyes locked.
Arielle couldn’t breathe.
He took one shaky step forward. Then another. Then he stumbled.
She ran.
Arms collided. Tears burst like storms from both of them. Arielle sank to her knees, arms around his waist, sobbing into his chest. Damien fell to his knees with her, wincing but refusing to let go.
“You’re home,” she whispered. “You’re really home.”
He pressed his forehead to hers.
“I kept hearing your voice,” he choked. “It’s the only reason I didn’t break.”
She cupped his face, kissed every scar.
“I thought I lost you.”
“I almost lost myself.”
They wept in each other’s arms, the grass dewing beneath them, the sky breaking open with light.
Inside the house, Iris peeked out the window, hand covering her mouth. Jonah stood behind her, stunned.
“Is that...?”
“It’s him,” Iris whispered.
Hours later, the family sat together in the living room.
Damien on the couch, Arielle beside him, holding his hand like it was the only thing tethering her to the world.
Jonah was the first to approach.
He didn’t speak.
He just fell into his father’s arms.
Damien’s hand trembled as he held his son.
Iris followed. She didn’t cry—she just rested her head on his shoulder and whispered, “You’re back. Finally.”
Lily toddled in last, sleep still on her cheeks.
She stopped when she saw Damien.
She blinked.
“Dada?”
Damien broke.
He scooped her into his arms and sobbed like a man reborn.
That night, Damien and Arielle lay curled in their bed. The same sheets, the same stars outside.
But nothing was the same.
She traced the scar along his ribs with gentle fingers.
“You were gone so long.”
“I’m not leaving again.”
Her lips met his in silence.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t lust. It was desperation and reverence and love.
Their tears soaked into skin, into pillows, into each other.
And when they finally slept, it was in each other’s arms—tangled, raw, and whole again.
Arielle stood on the front steps.
Her heart felt too loud in her chest, her breath catching at every sound. Behind her, the mansion lay still—Jonah and Iris asleep upstairs, Lily curled on the sofa, clutching her toy bunny.
Then the car door opened.
Damien emerged slowly, with help. Leaner. Paler. Bruised and bandaged.
But alive.
Their eyes locked.
Arielle couldn’t breathe.
He took one shaky step forward. Then another. Then he stumbled.
She ran.
Arms collided. Tears burst like storms from both of them. Arielle sank to her knees, arms around his waist, sobbing into his chest. Damien fell to his knees with her, wincing but refusing to let go.
“You’re home,” she whispered. “You’re really home.”
He pressed his forehead to hers.
“I kept hearing your voice,” he choked. “It’s the only reason I didn’t break.”
She cupped his face, kissed every scar.
“I thought I lost you.”
“I almost lost myself.”
They wept in each other’s arms, the grass dewing beneath them, the sky breaking open with light.
Inside the house, Iris peeked out the window, hand covering her mouth. Jonah stood behind her, stunned.
“Is that...?”
“It’s him,” Iris whispered.
Hours later, the family sat together in the living room.
Damien on the couch, Arielle beside him, holding his hand like it was the only thing tethering her to the world.
Jonah was the first to approach.
He didn’t speak.
He just fell into his father’s arms.
Damien’s hand trembled as he held his son.
Iris followed. She didn’t cry—she just rested her head on his shoulder and whispered, “You’re back. Finally.”
Lily toddled in last, sleep still on her cheeks.
She stopped when she saw Damien.
She blinked.
“Dada?”
Damien broke.
He scooped her into his arms and sobbed like a man reborn.
That night, Damien and Arielle lay curled in their bed. The same sheets, the same stars outside.
But nothing was the same.
She traced the scar along his ribs with gentle fingers.
“You were gone so long.”
“I’m not leaving again.”
Her lips met his in silence.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t lust. It was desperation and reverence and love.
Their tears soaked into skin, into pillows, into each other.
And when they finally slept, it was in each other’s arms—tangled, raw, and whole again.
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