Revenge Of The Billionaire Ex Wife

Heart Stopping Moment

Rachael and Damian raced forward, their hearts pounding as they watched Jamal teeter on the edge of a fall. But just before he could hit the ground, Jamal managed to catch himself, landing on one knee instead. He quickly popped back up, dusting off his pants with a proud grin on his face.

"I’m Superman! Nothing can hurt me!" Jamal declared, puffing out his chest like a little hero, his eyes sparkling with a mix of triumph and childish innocence.

Rachael, breathless with relief, placed a hand over her heart and shook her head. “Jamal, you scared me to death!” she scolded gently, her voice still trembling slightly. She knelt down to his level, brushing a stray curl away from his forehead. “You’ve got to be more careful, okay? Even Superman has to watch his step.”

Jamal nodded earnestly, but the cheeky smile never left his face. “Okay, Mama. I promise!” He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, the playful sparkle in his eyes melting her frustration instantly.

Damian stepped closer, ruffling Jamal’s hair affectionately. “You gave us quite a scare, buddy. But hey, you handled it like a pro.” He glanced at Rachael, his hand resting reassuringly on her shoulder, the weight of his touch calming the last of her nerves.

Rachael stood, smoothing the fabric of her dress as she let out a small, relieved laugh. “I swear, you’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days, Jamal.”

Jamal beamed up at her, unbothered, his gaze already fixed on the colorful world of the amusement park ahead. “Can we go now, please? Daniel’s waiting for me!”

Rachael couldn’t help but smile, feeling a rush of gratitude for moments like these—the laughter, the chaos, and the unbreakable bond she shared with her son. “Alright, Superman,” she said, taking his small hand in hers. “Let’s go find Daniel.”

Just as Rachael and Damian were about to guide Jamal toward the park entrance, Damian’s phone rang, cutting through the cheerful atmosphere. He glanced at the screen, recognizing the number, and sighed as he answered.

"Yeah, it’s me," Damian said, his voice shifting to a more business-like tone. There was a brief pause as he listened, his expression tightening with concern. "What? Now? Can’t it wait?" Another pause, and Damian’s face showed a flicker of frustration, but he nodded as if the caller could see him. "Alright, I’ll be on my way right away."

He ended the call and turned to Rachael, his gaze full of regret. “I’m sorry, but they need me back at the office. Something urgent came up, and I have to handle it. I promise, as soon as I’m done, I’ll rush back here.”

Rachael gave him an understanding smile, though she couldn’t hide the slight disappointment in her eyes. “I understand, Damian. Life of a CEO,” she said with a small shrug. “We’ll be fine.”

Damian leaned in, brushing a soft kiss on her lips. Jamal, witnessing the affectionate exchange, giggled and squeezed his eyes shut as if embarrassed.

“Alright, Superman,” Damian said, crouching down to Jamal’s height, his tone lightening. “Make sure you watch over your mum while I’m gone, okay?”

Jamal nodded enthusiastically, his little face glowing with pride. “I will, Uncle Damian. Pinky swear!” He extended his tiny pinky, and Damian linked his own with a smile.

Damian’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he asked, “And remember, if any man comes close to your mummy, what did I teach you to say?”

Jamal straightened, his voice loud and confident as he recited Damian’s line, “Lay your hands off my mummy, nigga, or else Uncle Damian will beat your ass!”

Rachael’s eyes widened in shock, and she let out a gasp, playfully swatting Damian’s arm. “Damian! Don’t teach him to cuss!”

Damian chuckled, wrapping Jamal in a tight hug. “It’s all in good fun, but you’re right. I’ll behave.” He ruffled Jamal’s hair one last time before standing up, his expression softening as he looked at both of them.

Rachael and Damian shared a quick embrace, and with one final glance, Damian turned and walked away, leaving Rachael and Jamal watching him go. Jamal waved enthusiastically, shouting after him, “Bye, Uncle Damian! Be a superhero at work!”

Rachael couldn’t help but smile, watching the man who had become such an important part of their lives walk back to his demanding world.

"Jamal!" Daniel called out, spotting his best friend from afar and sprinting towards him. Jamal’s face lit up with excitement as he ran to meet Daniel, his little legs moving as fast as they could.

"Daniel!" Jamal shouted back, his voice full of joy. The two boys collided in a playful hug, laughing as they squeezed each other tight. Their infectious energy brought a warm smile to Rachael’s face as she watched them, grateful that her son had such a good friend.

Trailing behind Daniel was his mother, Chloe—Rachael’s best friend and her rock through life’s toughest moments. Chloe waved as she approached, a bright smile lighting up her features. There was something comforting about seeing her, a reminder of all the ups and downs they had weathered together.

“Come on, let’s go play on the slides!” Daniel said eagerly, grabbing Jamal’s hand and dragging him towards the play area. The two boys ran off, laughter filling the air as they joined the other kids scrambling up the colorful slides.

“Careful, boys! Don’t hurt yourselves!” Rachael called out, a hint of anxiety in her voice. She couldn’t help but remember the last time Jamal got hurt on the playground, and the thought of it happening again made her heart skip a beat.

Chloe walked up beside Rachael, her expression filled with understanding. "You know they’ll be fine, right?” she said softly, placing a comforting hand on Rachael’s shoulder.

Rachael nodded, though she couldn’t take her eyes off the boys.

“I know, but you can never be too sure,” she replied, her voice tinged with motherly worry. She finally turned to Chloe, and a wave of gratitude washed over her as she looked at her best friend. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Chloe.”

Chloe smiled, squeezing Rachael’s arm gently. “Hey, that’s what best friends are for. You’ve been through so much, and look at you now—you’re stronger than you know.”

Rachael’s mind flashed back to the many moments Chloe had been there for her. From the heartbreak of her divorce to the nights when depression made everything feel unbearably heavy, Chloe had been her anchor, pulling her back when she felt like drowning. And now, they stood side by side, mothers watching their sons, both amazed at how far they’d come.

“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” Rachael said, her voice softer now, reflecting on their journey. “We’ve been through it all. And now, look at us—raising these two wild little boys together. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Chloe smiled, her eyes glistening with the shared memories that only they truly understood. “We’ve got each other, Rachael. Always.”

Some hours into the party, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the backyard as Rachael moved around, keeping a watchful eye on the kids splashing in the pool. The sounds of laughter and the occasional splash filled the air, making the afternoon feel alive with joy.

"Jamal, don’t swim that far!" Rachael called out, her voice a mix of caution and pride. Jamal had come a long way with his swimming lessons, and while she was grateful for the early investment, the thought of him pushing his limits still made her heart race.

Jamal grinned mischievously, the water glistening on his skin as he paddled further toward the deeper end of the pool. “I got this, Mom!” he shouted back, his confidence brimming.

Rachael sighed, shaking her head. She loved how fearless Jamal was, but she couldn’t help the instinctive urge to keep him safe. “Just don’t go too far, okay?”

Just as she turned to help another child with their floatie, she caught a glimpse of Jamal climbing onto the pool’s edge, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Jamal, don’t you dare do a backflip in the pool!” Rachael yelled, her voice laced with equal parts warning and exasperation.

Jamal looked over his shoulder with a cheeky grin. “But, Mom, I practiced!” he insisted, clearly eager to show off his new trick.

Rachael placed her hands on her hips, trying to maintain a stern expression even though she couldn’t help but admire his spirit. “I mean it, Jamal! No backflips! You remember what happened last time!”

Jamal groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes but obediently hopping back into the pool without attempting his stunt. Rachael let out a relieved breath, glad that he at least listened this time.

“Good choice, buddy!” she called, offering him a thumbs-up. He gave a playful salute back before diving underwater, swimming gracefully across the pool.

Rachael glanced at her watch, her brows furrowing slightly. It had been a while since Damian left, and he hadn’t called her once. Anxiety tugged at her, the familiar worry creeping in. She quickly scanned the pool, ensuring Jamal was still safe, then turned to Chloe, who was sitting nearby, sipping on her lemonade and keeping an eye on the kids.

“Chloe, can you watch the kids for a bit? I need to make a call,” Rachael said, her tone laced with a hint of unease.

Chloe looked up and nodded, her reassuring smile calming Rachael’s nerves. “Of course, go ahead. I’ve got this.” But little did Racheal know something terrible was going to happen.