The CEO's Secret Obsession-Chapter 134: “See? Family growth.”

[Carter Mansion — Dinner]

Dinner at the Carter mansion was unusually lively.

The long dining table was set neatly and the smell of Melissa’s cooking lingered comfortably in the air.

Gregory sat at the head of the table, glasses perched low on his nose as he listened to Evelyn speak with his fork paused mid-air.

"So," Evelyn said carefully, "there is a post-wedding ritual in the Reid family. Alexander and I are supposed to stay at the main mansion for two weeks before moving out."

Gregory’s fork came down with a soft but very deliberate clink against the plate.

"The main mansion," he repeated slowly.

"Yes," Evelyn replied, already anticipating the reaction. "But Pauline and Margaret are staying there too. Alexander has already moved in."

Gregory leaned back, arms folding across his chest. His expression darkened, not angry but deeply displeased.

"You mean the same house Benjamin and Olivia live in."

Evelyn nodded. "She has her own wing."

"That is not the point," Gregory said flatly. "That house represents power, control and a family that doesn’t exactly have a reputation for emotional stability."

Melissa, who had been quietly listening while sipping her wine, suddenly let out a small laugh.

"Oh, Gregory, relax," she said lightly. "If anyone is destabilizing that household right now, it’s Pauline."

Gregory turned to her, incredulous. "You are taking this lightly?"

Melissa’s eyes sparkled. "I am fascinated."

Evelyn blinked. "Mom?"

Melissa leaned forward, clearly enjoying herself now. "Do you have any idea how bold it is for Pauline to walk back into that mansion after twenty years and reclaim space like that?"

Gregory frowned. "Bold isn’t always wise."

"It’s powerful," Melissa corrected. "And long overdue."

She turned to Evelyn. "That house was hers, sweetheart. Olivia may have lived there but she was never the madam of that household—not really. Pauline leaving was what gave Olivia that illusion."

Evelyn hesitated. "Margaret and Pauline didn’t say anything directly but it feels like they are taking control back."

Melissa smiled knowingly. "Exactly."

Gregory shook his head. "This isn’t a game of chess."

"No," Melissa agreed calmly. "It’s a correction."

She took another sip of wine before adding, almost casually, "Pauline should have never left that house in the first place. Giving Olivia that position—even temporarily—was generosity Olivia didn’t deserve."

Evelyn shifted slightly. "Mom—"

"What?" Melissa said, unfazed. "It’s the truth. Being a wife and being a mistress are not the same thing, no matter how long the arrangement lasts."

Gregory sighed, rubbing his temple. "I just don’t like my daughter walking into the middle of unresolved power struggles."

Evelyn reached across the table, resting her hand over his. "I know. But I won’t be alone. Alexander is there, Margaret is there and Pauline, she is stronger than she looks."

Gregory studied her face for a long moment.

"You trust them," he said quietly.

"Yes," Evelyn answered without hesitation. "And I trust Alexander."

That seemed to matter most.

Gregory exhaled slowly, shoulders relaxing just a fraction. "Then all I can do is trust you."

Melissa smiled softly at both of them. "See? Family growth."

Gregory shot her a look. "You are enjoying this far too much."

She grinned. "Of course I am. It’s not every day you see a woman reclaim a throne she never truly lost."

Evelyn couldn’t help but smile.

Somewhere between concern and encouragement, she realized something clearly for the first time.

This wedding wasn’t just about two families joining, it was about old balances shifting and some being restored.

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[Reid Mansion]

Alexander stood near the tall windows of his bedroom with his phone pressed to his ear, watching the lights in the courtyard flicker on one by one.

"You still haven’t eaten, have you?" Evelyn’s voice came through the line, soft but knowing.

He smiled faintly. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yes," she said. "You go quiet when you forget meals. That’s how I know you are thinking too much."

He exhaled, leaning his forehead lightly against the glass. "Dinner is waiting. I will go soon."

A pause settled between them. It was not awkward, just thoughtful.

"Evelyn," he said after a moment, lowering his voice, "Mom is doing something."

She hummed gently. "That doesn’t sound ominous at all."

"I am serious," he replied, a trace of wonder slipping in. "She has changed the house. Not redecorated, she has restored it. It feels like before."

"Before Olivia," Evelyn said quietly.

"Yes."

He turned slightly, glancing down the hallway where familiar portraits now hung again — ones he hadn’t seen in years.

"She rearranged everything the way it used to be when I was a kid," he continued. "Grandma’s sitting room is back where it belongs. The old staff looks steadier. Even the air feels different."

Evelyn smiled on the other end. "She is reclaiming."

"That’s what scares me," he admitted. "It doesn’t feel temporary."

There was no hesitation in Evelyn’s response. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Why should it be?"

He frowned slightly. "Because this house hasn’t been hers for twenty years."

"And whose fault was that?" she asked gently.

He didn’t answer.

Evelyn’s voice softened. "Alexander, she isn’t attacking anyone. She is protecting you, Margaret, even herself."

He swallowed. "I know. I just—" He stopped, searching for the right words. "She looks different, you know? She looks calmer and stronger. It’s like she has made a decision and won’t turn back from it."

"That’s a good thing," Evelyn said. "She spent years choosing silence. Maybe now she is choosing presence."

A quiet settled between them again.

"She is also honoring your grandmother," Evelyn added. "And giving you back your home and that matters."

His chest tightened at that. "It does."

"You don’t sound unhappy," she teased gently.

"I am not," he admitted. "I am just adjusting."

She laughed softly. "You will survive. Now go eat before your mother personally hunts you down."

He chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. "I will see you tomorrow."

"I will bring your favourite snacks to cheer you up," she promised.

He smiled, warmth spreading through him. "Good. I will be waiting."

As the call ended, Alexander finally turned toward the dining room.

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