One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 178: Chapter 178
You are reading One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband ---, Chapter 178: Chapter 178. Read more chapters of One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband ---.
It began with a whisper in the middle of dinner.
“I want to change my name.”
Julian’s voice was calm, but it cracked the air like glass.
Damien dropped his fork.
Arielle looked up slowly.
“To what?” she asked.
“Julian Moreau-Grace.”
The room stilled.
Eight pairs of eyes flicked between the parents and the heir who had always been the quiet center of them all.
“Because?” Damien asked carefully.
Julian’s fingers curled around his glass. “Because I carry Dad’s name on every paper. Every award. Every press release. But everything I am—my empathy, my fire, my art—that came from you, Mom.”
Arielle blinked fast.
Julian continued. “I don’t want to erase you, Dad. I just want to carry you both.”
The family fell into quiet, the way deep seas hush before a storm.
It wasn’t anger.
It was the weight of legacy shifting.
Later that night, Damien stood on the porch alone, wine untouched in his hand. Arielle joined him.
“Are you angry?” she asked.
“No,” he said softly. “Just... redefined.”
They had a family meeting the next day.
Julian explained it all—his reasoning, his research, his paperwork already filled out.
The other siblings were quiet at first.
Then Skylar spoke. “I’ve always wondered why we didn’t have a hyphen.”
Amara nodded. “Yeah. Mom built this house. And Dad kept it standing. We’re both.”
Leila shrugged. “I think it’s beautiful.”
Zane, always the wildcard, said, “I might change mine to just Zane. Like Beyoncé.”
Laughter broke the tension.
But it didn’t erase the complexity.
Damien finally spoke.
“I come from a line of men who demanded to be remembered. Name-first. Lineage-firm. And I thought... I’d break that with love. But I didn’t think about the symbols I passed down.”
Julian’s voice was quiet. “It’s not rejection. It’s expansion.”
Damien smiled, slow and warm. “Then expand it. And let it echo.”
The change was official two weeks later.
Julian Moreau-Grace.
He stood before a judge, signed the papers, and walked out with a name that carried two legacies like a crown.
That night, Arielle left a letter in his room.
> My dearest Julian,
Names are stories. And you, my son, are writing ours better than we ever dreamed.
—Mom
He tucked the letter inside his journal.
And on the last page, under his full name, he wrote:
I am both flame and fortress. Softness and steel. I am the child of two worlds, and I walk in both.
My name is mine.
And it is enough.
“I want to change my name.”
Julian’s voice was calm, but it cracked the air like glass.
Damien dropped his fork.
Arielle looked up slowly.
“To what?” she asked.
“Julian Moreau-Grace.”
The room stilled.
Eight pairs of eyes flicked between the parents and the heir who had always been the quiet center of them all.
“Because?” Damien asked carefully.
Julian’s fingers curled around his glass. “Because I carry Dad’s name on every paper. Every award. Every press release. But everything I am—my empathy, my fire, my art—that came from you, Mom.”
Arielle blinked fast.
Julian continued. “I don’t want to erase you, Dad. I just want to carry you both.”
The family fell into quiet, the way deep seas hush before a storm.
It wasn’t anger.
It was the weight of legacy shifting.
Later that night, Damien stood on the porch alone, wine untouched in his hand. Arielle joined him.
“Are you angry?” she asked.
“No,” he said softly. “Just... redefined.”
They had a family meeting the next day.
Julian explained it all—his reasoning, his research, his paperwork already filled out.
The other siblings were quiet at first.
Then Skylar spoke. “I’ve always wondered why we didn’t have a hyphen.”
Amara nodded. “Yeah. Mom built this house. And Dad kept it standing. We’re both.”
Leila shrugged. “I think it’s beautiful.”
Zane, always the wildcard, said, “I might change mine to just Zane. Like Beyoncé.”
Laughter broke the tension.
But it didn’t erase the complexity.
Damien finally spoke.
“I come from a line of men who demanded to be remembered. Name-first. Lineage-firm. And I thought... I’d break that with love. But I didn’t think about the symbols I passed down.”
Julian’s voice was quiet. “It’s not rejection. It’s expansion.”
Damien smiled, slow and warm. “Then expand it. And let it echo.”
The change was official two weeks later.
Julian Moreau-Grace.
He stood before a judge, signed the papers, and walked out with a name that carried two legacies like a crown.
That night, Arielle left a letter in his room.
> My dearest Julian,
Names are stories. And you, my son, are writing ours better than we ever dreamed.
—Mom
He tucked the letter inside his journal.
And on the last page, under his full name, he wrote:
I am both flame and fortress. Softness and steel. I am the child of two worlds, and I walk in both.
My name is mine.
And it is enough.
End of One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- Chapter 178. Continue reading Chapter 179 or return to One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- book page.