Todos los capítulos de Mommy, I Want You To Marry Daddy!: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

SELENA "You scoundrel!" I yelled, my hands clutching his neck in a death grip. He let out a surprised grunt, his eyes wide with shock. I was beyond angry, and I couldn't control my fury. I wanted to hurt him, to make him feel the pain he had caused me. But then I remembered my son, who was watching this all unfold. I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I couldn't let my emotions get the best of me, not in front of him. It was like Pedro had stripped away my carefully constructed armour, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. My secrets, my pain, and my deepest fears were all laid bare before him. I trembled with the weight of it all, my hands shaking against his neck. I was suddenly hyper-aware of my heart, pounding wildly in my chest. I could feel it in my ears, my throat, my head. It felt like it might burst out of my body at any moment. I took another deep breath, trying to centre myself. But it was difficult, with Pedro lying beneath me, watching me

SELENAMy smile faltered when I opened the door and saw Christopher standing in the middle of the living room with his phone pressed to his ear. A sly smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he slowly dropped his hand down to his side.I swallowed hard, watching his Adam's apple move up and down in a gulp. “Hi, Chrissy—”“Uncle!” Liam beamed, giggling happily as he jumped up and down in my arms. That seemed to calm Christopher down a little. The frown between his eyebrows disappeared as he plastered a fake smile on his face.He moved closer, his body inches from mine. He seemed to be oblivious to my presence as he reached out to Liam, who was clearly overjoyed to see him. The smile on my son's face was enough to break my heart. He looked at Christopher with such adoration, such love. It was as if he was the most important person in the world to him. I felt a lump forming in my throat, and a bitter taste in my mouth.“Come here, my boy.” Christopher let out a smile that didn't reach

SELENA"I'm sorry," Christopher whispered, his breath hot against my hair. I felt my stomach churn, my throat tightening as I struggled to hold back the bile rising in my throat. I had believed his apology the first time, accepting that it was a mistake. But now, hearing him say those words again, I couldn't help but feel sick. I could no longer bring myself to believe him."Sorry" had become a dirty word to me, one that left a bitter taste in my mouth. Every time I heard it, I felt a stab of pain in my heart. It was a word that had lost all meaning, a hollow gesture that couldn't fix what was broken. I wished I could erase it from my vocabulary, erase it from my life. I wish I could lose my hearing so I would stopped hearing that word."I swear, I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. But I wasn't having it. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away from me, unable to stomach his excuses any longer. I couldn't let him off the hook, couldn't let him

CHRISTOPHER “Get out!” Selena barked.I watched, horrified, as she shoved the pin into her own skin, blood welling up around the wound. My stomach churned and I turned away, unable to bear the sight. I stumbled towards the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to run, to get away from the horror of what I had just seen. I didn't leave her like that, but I had no choice than to do as she had asked.I wanted to punch a hole in the wall, to hurt myself like I had hurt her. But I knew that wouldn't solve anything. She would only continue to self-harm if I didn't get out of the room. So, despite my own pain, I forced myself to leave. I couldn't help her if I couldn't help myself.I stumbled out of the room, my hands shaking and my heart pounding. I had to find a way to deal with my emotions, to cope with the guilt and shame I felt. "Uncle!" Liam called out, but I kept walking, my head spinning with confusion and regret. I couldn't deal with him right now, not when I was strugglin

PEDRO This morning was not at all what I had expected. I had taken extra care with my appearance, only for Selena to be physically present but mentally absent. My eyes kept drifting to her, and I couldn't seem to focus on the conference room or the people in it. The meeting dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity as I longed to get Selena out of the room and find out what was wrong. I had a feeling that something was deeply troubling her, and I needed to know what it was. “The construction project is going great which was unbelievable.” As the project team leader droned on about the progress of the construction project, I could barely focus. My attention was on Selena, who was tugging at her hair, seemingly trying to hide the skin of her neck. She looked uncomfortable and fidgety, which only made me more concerned about her well-being. The words of the meeting faded into background noise as I observed her every move, trying to figure out what was going on. Roy, my ever-