She was everything.
Eleanor saw the way her son looked at Emma—and something like fear flickered in her eyes.
“If you insist on keeping her,” she said coldly, “then understand this—I will cut you off. No inheritance. No control of the company. Nothing.”
Silence filled the room.
Emma’s breath caught.
But Adrian didn’t hesitate.
“Then do it,” he said calmly.
Eleanor blinked, stunned.
“You think I won’t?” she demanded.
“I think you’re forgetting something,” Adrian replied, his voice steady. “I built this company into what it is today. I expanded it. I sustained it. Without me, everything you’re protecting falls apart.”
Her face paled.
“And more importantly,” he continued, softer now, “I love her.”
Emma looked up, shocked.
Adrian met her gaze.
“She brought our son back to life,” he said. “And maybe… she brought me back too.”
He turned back to his mother.
“We’re getting married,” he said simply. “And she’s going to be Noah’s mother in every way that matters.”
Eleanor’s hands trembled slightly.
“If you can’t accept that,” Adrian added, “then maybe this isn’t your home anymore.”
For the first time, Eleanor had no words.
The cost of her pride had suddenly become too high.
The wedding was small.