One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 192: Chapter 192

The next morning, the test kits arrived in discreet packaging—eight identical boxes lined up on the marble counter like judgment day wrapped in plastic.
Arielle held one in her hands. So light, yet it weighed more than grief.
She and Damien had agreed: all eight children would take the test. Not to prove love, but to honor the truth. To dispel doubt.
Still, love wavered under the microscope of science.
Tension thickened the house like storm clouds.
Skylar, usually the joker, stopped cracking jokes.
Leila, the fixer, tried baking cookies—three dozen of them—in an effort to anchor everyone’s nerves.
Julian wrote furiously in his journal. Pages and pages titled “What is Family?”
Ava, now revealed to be the one in question, walked with quieter steps, hugged longer, listened more deeply.
Zane barely spoke. His voice, once poetic, now silent.
In a rare moment, they all gathered in the living room.
Eight boxes in hand.
Damien looked at them. “We don’t do this out of fear. We do it because truth deserves space in a family like ours. But let me be clear—nothing these results say can undo love.”
Arielle added, “You’re ours. Fully. Unquestionably. This is just paper. You are the ink that wrote our story.”
They each opened the boxes, swabbed their cheeks, sealed the envelopes, and stood.
No ceremony.
Just breath.
And quiet courage.
The waiting days were worse.
They floated around the house like ghosts.
Zane finally broke. “What if I’m not his?”
Damien pulled him close. “Then you’ll just be the son who looks too much like me for it to matter.”
Aiden asked Ava, “Does it feel different now?”
She nodded. “It does. But not in a bad way. It’s like… I had a hidden chapter in my book. But now I get to read it.”
Amara cried on Skylar’s shoulder. “I’m scared.”
He kissed her forehead. “Scared people still love. It’s what makes us brave.”
The results arrived on a Saturday morning.
Damien took the sealed envelope, held it up.
“Do we open it?” he asked.
Julian stepped forward. “Only if we read them as a family. And together.”
They nodded.
In the backyard, under the newly planted sapling—the family tree—they formed a circle.
Damien read the results.
Each child.
Every single one.
Confirmed.
All biologically his.
Even Ava.
The silence exploded into laughter, tears, screams of joy.
Ava collapsed into Damien’s arms, sobbing.
“I didn’t need the paper,” she whispered. “But I’m glad to burn it now.”
And they did.
They set the papers aflame, letting the ashes rise like old doubts ascending to the heavens.
Later that night, Skylar scribbled a note and tacked it on the fridge:
> “DNA doesn’t define destiny. Love does.”