This summer, Netflix UK released a big show, KAOS, which is a modern take on Greek mythology, with Jeff Goldblum leading the cast. Fans were wondering if there would be a second season, but sadly, the show has been canceled after just one season. This news came from an Instagram post by one of the stars, which was later deleted.
Netflix has been clever recently with naming first seasons, not including season numbers, but KAOS was definitely meant to have more than one season. If you’ve watched episode 8, you probably noticed how it was setting up for future seasons. However, the show has ended.
Officially, KAOS has been canceled.
As of October 7th, it’s confirmed that Netflix won’t continue the show. The news came from one of the stars, Aurora Perrineau, who shared it on Instagram, but the post has since been deleted.
“Well, this one really hurts.
It’s hard to explain how I’m feeling, but I’ll give it a try.
When I started auditioning for this show, I knew it was special. Charlie Covell’s scripts connected with me in a way most things didn’t. I felt like I knew all of these characters, and I loved every part of them—their flaws and everything.
For one of the first times in my life, I’m really proud. I’m proud of everyone’s hard work and dedication to the project. They gave it their all. But I’m also proud of myself, which is something I’ve struggled with.
When I got cast, I was shocked that someone actually saw me. As a minority and a survivor of sexual assault, I couldn’t believe someone thought I could be one of the lead characters. I had my own storyline, my own goals, and was seen as desirable, even having two love interests. I was worthy of that? This whole experience really changed how I see myself.”
The show’s cancellation wasn’t officially announced, but when a fan asked the actress if the show had ended, she replied, “Sadly, yes.” (Thanks to kitsch-zip for the info.)
The creator of KAOS, Charlie Covell, mentioned that she would love to do more seasons in the future. In an interview with Cosmopolitan, she said, “Anything is possible,” and shared that her original plan was to have three seasons. She has many ideas for where the show could go.
Covell also said that even if the show doesn’t get renewed, season one can still be enjoyed on its own. She explained that she didn’t want the season to end with a big cliffhanger and hopes viewers find it satisfying. However, she would love to work with the same actors and team again, calling the experience a dream come true.
why was KAOS canceled?
When it comes to renewing a show, viewership is the most important factor. No amount of marketing can make people start watching or keep them watching until the end. That’s how we’ve been able to predict some major cancelations before, and based on early numbers, things aren’t looking great for KAOS.
Looking at Netflix’s global weekly top 10, KAOS was in the top 10 for the first four weeks it was eligible, with 98.9 million hours watched, which equals about 14.9 million views.
In week four, Netflix changed KAOS from being called KAOS: Season 1 to KAOS: N/A, which suggests it’s now considered a limited series.
Comparing its performance in week three with other Netflix shows that debuted in 2024, KAOS is falling behind some of the biggest-budget shows in the charts by week three.
Let’s compare how KAOS performed week-to-week with some shows that have been renewed, like Supacell, The Gentlemen, and My Life with the Walter Boys, and others that got canceled, like Dead Boy Detectives and Obliterated. So far, KAOS is falling behind compared to these shows.
In the final episode of season 1 of KAOS, things are shifting against Zeus, who seems to be losing his power. His vision of himself bleeding comes true, and a water feature symbolizing his strength collapses.
Here’s a quick recap of where the key characters are: Prometheus is no longer under Zeus’s control and now sits on the throne in Olympus. Riddy, who spent much of the season in the Underworld, has returned to Earth and met Cassandra, who tells her she’s now a prophet and needs to go to Ari to “set the living free.”
Meanwhile, in the Underworld, Caeneus is given the power to renew souls, surprising Hades. He’s also tasked with setting the dead free.
Ari, having fulfilled her father’s prophecy, is now in charge of Krete. She tells her mother she won’t rule for the Gods. Instead, she strikes a deal with the Trojans to rebuild Troy and destroy Olympus. The season wraps up with Dionysus outside the palace, and Hera making a call to gather troops and prepare for battle.
What happens next is only known by Atropos, Lachesis, and Clotho. But it looks like there will be more efforts against Zeus, as Olympus is becoming more unstable. Since Zeus is weakened, Hades will likely lose control of the Underworld, which he warned about earlier in the season. If that happens, everything could fall apart.
We Adopted a 3-Year-Old Boy – When My Husband Went to Bathe Him for the First Time, He Shouted, ‘We Must Return Him!’
After years of infertility, we adopted Sam, a sweet 3-year-old with ocean-blue eyes. But when my husband went to bathe Sam, he ran out, yelling, “We must return him!” His panic made no sense until I spotted the distinctive marking on Sam’s foot.
I never expected that bringing home our adopted son would unravel the fabric of my marriage. But looking back now, I realize that some gifts come wrapped in heartache, and sometimes the universe has a twisted sense of timing.
A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney
“Are you nervous?” I asked Mark as we drove to the agency.
My hands fidgeted with the tiny blue sweater I’d bought for Sam, our soon-to-be son. The fabric was impossibly soft against my fingers, and I imagined his small shoulders filling it out.
“Me? Nah,” Mark replied, but his knuckles were white against the steering wheel. “Just ready to get this show on the road. Traffic’s making me antsy.”
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He drummed his fingers on the dash, a nervous tick I’d noticed more frequently lately.
“You’ve checked the car seat three times,” he added with a forced chuckle. “Pretty sure you’re the nervous one.”
“Of course I am!” I smoothed the sweater again. “We’ve waited so long for this.”
The adoption process had been grueling, mostly handled by me while Mark focused on his expanding business.
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The endless paperwork, home studies, and interviews had consumed my life for months as I searched agency lists for a child. We’d initially planned to adopt an infant, but the waiting lists stretched endlessly, so I started expanding our options.
That’s how I found Sam’s photo — a three-year-old boy with eyes like summer skies and a smile that could melt glaciers.
His mother had abandoned him, and something in those eyes spoke directly to my heart. Maybe it was the hint of sadness behind his smile, or perhaps it was fate.
A little boy with striking blue eyes | Source: Midjourney
“Look at this little guy,” I said to Mark one evening, showing him the photo on my tablet. The blue glow illuminated his face as he studied it.
He’d smiled so softly I knew he wanted this boy as much as I did. “He looks like a great kid. Those eyes are something else.”
“But could we handle a toddler?”
“Of course we can! No matter how old the kid is, I know you’ll be a great mom.” He squeezed my shoulder as I stared at the picture.
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We completed the application process and, after what seemed like forever, we went to the agency to bring Sam home. The social worker, Ms. Chen, led us to a small playroom where Sam sat building a tower of blocks.
“Sam,” she said softly, “remember the nice couple we talked about? They’re here.”
I kneeled beside him, my heart thundering. “Hi, Sam. I love your tower. May I help?”
He studied me for a long moment, nodded, and handed me a red block. That simple gesture felt like the beginning of everything.
A child playing with toy blocks | Source: Midjourney
The drive home was quiet. Sam clutched a stuffed elephant we’d brought him, occasionally making small trumpet sounds that made Mark chuckle. I kept glancing back at him in his car seat, hardly believing he was real.
At home, I started unpacking Sam’s few belongings. His small duffle seemed impossibly light for containing a child’s whole world.
“I can give him his bath,” Mark offered, from the door. “Give you a chance to set up his room exactly how you want it.”
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“Great idea!” I beamed, thinking how wonderful it was that Mark wanted to bond right away. “Don’t forget the bath toys I picked up for him.”
They disappeared down the hall, and I hummed as I arranged Sam’s clothes in his new dresser. Each tiny sock and T-shirt made this feel more real. The peace lasted exactly forty-seven seconds.
“WE MUST RETURN HIM!”
Mark’s shout hit me like a physical blow.
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He burst from the bathroom as I raced into the hall. Mark’s face was ghost-white.
“What do you mean, return him?” I struggled to keep my voice steady, gripping the doorframe. “We just adopted him! He’s not a sweater from Target!”
Mark paced the hallway, running his hands through his hair, his breathing ragged. “I just realized… I can’t do this. I can’t treat him like my own. This was a mistake.”
“Why would you say that?” My voice cracked like thin ice.
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“You were excited just hours ago! You were making elephant noises with him in the car!”
“I don’t know; it just hit me. I can’t bond with him.” He wouldn’t meet my eyes, staring instead at a point somewhere over my shoulder. His hands trembled.
“You’re being heartless!” I snapped, pushing past him into the bathroom.
Sam sat in the tub looking small and confused, and still wearing everything but his socks and shoes. He held his elephant clutched tight against his chest.
A boy holding a stuffed elephant | Source: Midjourney
“Hey, buddy,” I said, forcing cheerfulness into my voice while my world crumbled. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Would Mr. Elephant like a bath too?”
Sam shook his head. “He’s scared of water.”
“That’s okay. He can watch from here.” I set the toy safely on the counter. “Arms up!”
As I helped Sam undress, I noticed something that stopped my heart.
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Sam had a distinctive birthmark on his left foot. I’d seen that exact mark before, on Mark’s foot, during countless summer days by the pool. The same unique curve, the same placement.
My hands trembled as I bathed Sam, and my mind raced.
“You’ve got magic bubbles,” Sam said, poking at the foam I’d barely registered adding to the water.
“They’re extra special bubbles,” I muttered, watching him play. His smile, which had seemed so uniquely his own, now held echoes of my husband’s.
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That night, after tucking Sam into his new bed, I confronted Mark in our bedroom. The distance between us on the king-size mattress felt infinite.
“The birthmark on his foot is identical to yours.”
Mark froze in the act of removing his watch, then forced a laugh that sounded like breaking glass. “Pure coincidence. Lots of people have birthmarks.”
“I want you to take a DNA test.”
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“Don’t be ridiculous,” he snapped, turning away. “You’re letting your imagination run wild. It’s been a stressful day.”
But his reaction told me everything. The next day, while Mark was at work, I took a few strands of hair from his brush and sent them for testing, along with a swab I took from Sam’s cheek during tooth-brushing time. I told him we were checking for cavities.
The wait was excruciating. Mark grew increasingly distant, spending more time at the office. Meanwhile, Sam and I grew closer.
A woman playing with a child | Source: Midjourney
He started calling me “Mama” within days, and each time he did, my heart swelled with love even as it ached with uncertainty.
We developed a routine of morning pancakes, bedtime stories, and afternoon walks to the park where he’d collect “treasure” (leaves and interesting rocks) for his windowsill.
When the results arrived two weeks later, they confirmed what I’d suspected. Mark was Sam’s biological father. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the paper until the words blurred, hearing Sam’s laughter float in from the backyard where he played with his new bubble wand.
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney
“It was one night,” Mark finally confessed when I confronted him with the results. “I was drunk, at a conference. I never knew… I never thought…” He reached for me, his face crumpling. “Please, we can work this out. I’ll do better.”
I stepped back, my voice ice-cold. “You knew the moment you saw that birthmark. That’s why you panicked.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sinking into a kitchen chair. “When I saw him in the bath, it all came rushing back. That woman… I never got her name. I was ashamed, I tried to forget…”
An emotional man | Source: Midjourney
“An accident four years ago, while I was going through fertility treatments? Crying every month when they failed?” Each question felt like glass in my throat.
The next morning, I visited a lawyer, a sharp-eyed woman named Janet who listened without judgment. She confirmed what I hoped — being Sam’s legal adoptive mother gave me parental rights. Mark’s previously unknown paternity didn’t automatically grant him custody.
“I’m filing for divorce,” I told Mark that evening after Sam was asleep. “And I’m seeking full custody of Sam.”
A determined woman | Source: Midjourney
“Amanda, please—”
“His mother already abandoned him and you were ready to do the same,” I cut in. “I won’t let that happen.”
His face crumpled. “I love you.”
“Not enough to come clean. It seems to me that you loved yourself more.”
Mark didn’t fight it, so the divorce proceedings were quick. Sam adjusted better than I expected, though sometimes he asked why Daddy didn’t live with us anymore.
A boy in his bed | Source: Midjourney
“Sometimes grown-ups make mistakes,” I’d tell him, stroking his hair. “But it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.” It was the kindest truth I could offer.
Years have passed since then, and Sam’s grown into a remarkable young man. Mark sends birthday cards and occasional emails but keeps his distance — his choice, not mine.
People sometimes ask if I regret not walking away when I discovered the truth. I always shake my head.
A woman hugging her son | Source: Midjourney
Sam wasn’t just an adopted child anymore; he was my son, biology, and betrayal be damned. Love isn’t always simple, but it’s always a choice. I vowed never to give him up, except to his future fiancée, of course.
Here’s another story: Despite being a struggling single mom, I had to help the elderly woman I found out in the cold on Christmas Eve. I never imagined that my simple act of kindness would lead to a mysterious luxury SUV at my door — or heal my broken heart.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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