Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 701

Meanwhile, James was already behind the wheel, driving straight to the old Nelson family estate.

He pulled up at the main gate and sat there for a moment, staring at the building he knew all too well. The anger in his eyes only burned hotter.

It was just like the day Jamie died. He remembered kneeling outside this very gate, the sun beating down in the sweltering summer heat. Jamie’s body had started to decay so quickly, the smell was impossible to ignore. He’d clung to him, refusing to let go, begging for just one thing—a proper funeral for Jamie.

But instead, someone had shot him in the back with a tranquilizer. By the time he woke up, Jamie had already been cremated and buried, all of it done in secret.

No matter how much his mother cried, begging him to stay, he never looked back. From that day, this place stopped being his home. He never returned.

James walked up to the door. Before he could even knock, it swung open from the inside.

The butler spotted him and his whole face lit up. “Young Master, you’re back! Come in, quickly—”

James brushed past him, ice cold and brimming with a silent fury. He strode inside without looking back.

The Nelson estate was huge. Over the past decade, so much had been renovated and rebuilt, everything oozing luxury and taste. But James didn’t have to think—his body just moved, pulled by a memory that lived in his bones.

He found himself headed toward one place. His mother’s garden.

He remembered being a little kid, watching Jamie live in that garden, snuggled in their mother’s arms while she called him her sweet darling. Jamie always got the best snacks, the coolest toys.

James could only stand outside like a ghost, pressed against the gate, watching with hungry eyes. Sometimes a half-eaten piece of cake would fly out—always a flavor Jamie didn’t like. His mother’s voice would follow, sharp and full of disgust. “Take it and get lost. Don’t just stand there staring.”

She treated him like some beggar off the street.

Once, Jamie was chasing butterflies in the garden and fell, scraping his knee. Their mother rushed out, scooped up Jamie, and then turned around to slap James across the face. She called him a jinx, blamed him for Jamie’s fall, and made him kneel outside the gate for the entire afternoon.

His knees were raw and bleeding, the pain biting deep, but when he looked up, he saw his mother handing Jamie a brand-new toy. It was a flashy remote control car. Jamie was giggling, his mother softly coaxing him, the two of them laughing together in the garden.

“Mrs. Nelson.”

James’s voice was pure frost, cutting her off without a hint of warmth.

Shelly’s smile froze.

James looked at her, eyes burning red, every word sharp as a knife.

“There’s no mother-son bond between us. I thought we both understood that by now.”

“My wife, my kids, my family—these are the people I’d give my life to protect.”

“They have nothing to do with you. Or with the Nelson family.”