One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 99: Chapter 99
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It started with a conversation.
Jonah had gotten into an argument at school. A sharp word, a misunderstanding, a shove in the hallway. The teacher called. Arielle listened carefully, face unreadable. When Jonah came home, his fists were tight in his jacket pockets, shame brimming in his eyes.
“Why did you hit him?” she asked gently.
“He said Dad abandoned us,” Jonah replied, voice cracking. “And that we were just rich brats with a dead hero.”
Arielle sat beside him on the staircase, arms folded, heart aching.
“I don’t regret defending him,” Jonah muttered. “But maybe I didn’t do it right.”
That night, when the house was finally quiet and the moon hung low outside the window, Arielle sat at the kitchen table with a mug of tea and a pen in her hand.
The list came to her slowly.
Not rules in the strictest sense—not commands.
Values.
Promises.
Foundations.
By sunrise, she taped the handwritten sheet to the center of the upstairs hallway, just outside the kids’ bedrooms.
The paper was simple. But the words carried weight.
Mama’s House Rules
1. Kindness before pride.
2. Loyalty over convenience.
3. Courage even when it hurts.
4. Speak truth with grace.
5. Protect the small, and honor the strong.
6. Forgive often—but don’t forget who you are.
7. Laugh daily. Love louder.
8. We rise together. Always.
Each child saw it at different times.
Elijah paused, read the words twice, then reached out and gently pressed his fingers to number two.
Iris teared up at number four. Later, she copied the list into her sketchbook and added watercolor flowers around it.
Jonah stopped at number six, reread it, and nodded silently.
Even Lily, toddling by with her plush giraffe, stopped and pointed. “Mama’s letters,” she said proudly.
At dinner that evening, Arielle noticed something different.
The air felt softer. The kids passed plates without bickering. There was laughter—but also a quiet, thoughtful rhythm to the way they spoke.
Jonah leaned against her shoulder as she cleared the dishes. “You wrote that for us?”
“I wrote it for all of us,” she said.
He hugged her, tight.
“You’re a good mama,” he whispered. “Even when you’re scared.”
Arielle closed her eyes, heart trembling.
“I’m scared every day,” she whispered back. “But I love louder.”
Weeks later, when a guest came over and asked about the framed list in the hallway, Iris simply said:
“It’s our family anthem.”
And Elijah added:
“Our mother’s legacy.”
Because empires could be built on profit.
But homes? Homes were built on values.
Jonah had gotten into an argument at school. A sharp word, a misunderstanding, a shove in the hallway. The teacher called. Arielle listened carefully, face unreadable. When Jonah came home, his fists were tight in his jacket pockets, shame brimming in his eyes.
“Why did you hit him?” she asked gently.
“He said Dad abandoned us,” Jonah replied, voice cracking. “And that we were just rich brats with a dead hero.”
Arielle sat beside him on the staircase, arms folded, heart aching.
“I don’t regret defending him,” Jonah muttered. “But maybe I didn’t do it right.”
That night, when the house was finally quiet and the moon hung low outside the window, Arielle sat at the kitchen table with a mug of tea and a pen in her hand.
The list came to her slowly.
Not rules in the strictest sense—not commands.
Values.
Promises.
Foundations.
By sunrise, she taped the handwritten sheet to the center of the upstairs hallway, just outside the kids’ bedrooms.
The paper was simple. But the words carried weight.
Mama’s House Rules
1. Kindness before pride.
2. Loyalty over convenience.
3. Courage even when it hurts.
4. Speak truth with grace.
5. Protect the small, and honor the strong.
6. Forgive often—but don’t forget who you are.
7. Laugh daily. Love louder.
8. We rise together. Always.
Each child saw it at different times.
Elijah paused, read the words twice, then reached out and gently pressed his fingers to number two.
Iris teared up at number four. Later, she copied the list into her sketchbook and added watercolor flowers around it.
Jonah stopped at number six, reread it, and nodded silently.
Even Lily, toddling by with her plush giraffe, stopped and pointed. “Mama’s letters,” she said proudly.
At dinner that evening, Arielle noticed something different.
The air felt softer. The kids passed plates without bickering. There was laughter—but also a quiet, thoughtful rhythm to the way they spoke.
Jonah leaned against her shoulder as she cleared the dishes. “You wrote that for us?”
“I wrote it for all of us,” she said.
He hugged her, tight.
“You’re a good mama,” he whispered. “Even when you’re scared.”
Arielle closed her eyes, heart trembling.
“I’m scared every day,” she whispered back. “But I love louder.”
Weeks later, when a guest came over and asked about the framed list in the hallway, Iris simply said:
“It’s our family anthem.”
And Elijah added:
“Our mother’s legacy.”
Because empires could be built on profit.
But homes? Homes were built on values.
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