บททั้งหมดของ MY FRIENDS FATHER: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Carolina AlcântaraThis is enough to make me cry even more, to truly let out my last tears for that traitor. Hassan doesn’t deserve the burden of caring for a woman who still doesn’t know how to handle her shattered feelings."I’m sorry you have to see me like this…" I don’t finish my sentence.Another sob escapes, and my crying takes over again. But this time, Hassan embraces me, and I hear his sobs blending with mine. Yet, it’s different—I can see in his face that there’s joy."Why are you laughing?" I ask, wiping my face."Because you’re pregnant, my Sayidati, and by Allah, I want to be by your side," he says.At that moment, I forget what happened, who I am, and the consequences of everything that might come. I swing my leg over Hassan’s hips and place his hands on my belly."I need to ask you something. Think about it carefully, with love," I say.The thought is dangerous, but I know I can find support if I speak to the right people and hide it from those I must. His hands gently

Bruno AlcântaraThe days have been passing, and with each one, it feels worse than the last. Lying in our bed and not feeling the scent of my wife drives me crazy. I no longer know what to tell our children; they’re starting to believe I’m lying to them.Finally, my Goddess answers the call. Her voice sounds different; there’s no more irritation, but something else there that I can’t identify. Maybe she called Fritz and told him what happened.I watch as she talks to our children and nieces and nephews, who came to spend the weekend at our house. Matheus is the saddest; our boy is only four years old and is as attached to his mother as my little popcorn is.“When are you coming back, mommy?” he insists on asking.He’s asked this question several times, and she just avoided it, which made me believe she has no intention of coming back to this house, not with me here.“Once mommy can solve a problem with daddy, my champ.”She says it with a soft voice, but I can hear a hint of pain in h

Carolina AlcântaraSeeing my children was just what I needed at that moment. It gave me a sliver of hope that everything inside me might settle, having my children by my side to enjoy the arrival of a new brother or sister.Even seeing Bruno for those few minutes and telling him about the pregnancy brought out the anger I feel toward him. But when he said he demanded to be involved in the pregnancy, that’s when I got irritated.“Demand?”Bruno has no right to demand anything. What happened will always be considered a betrayal, no matter if he claims he was under the influence. I need to talk to my mother and mother-in-law to figure out a way to keep him safe from Fritz.I end the call just as I see Hassan entering my closet, letting out a relieved sigh when he sees me sitting on the floor amidst my scattered clothes.I watch as he slides down the doorframe, his eyes locked on mine, smiling. I may not be head over heels for this charming and seductive Arab, but it’s undeniable that he’

Bruno AlcântaraSince my Goddess left me, the nights have been unbearably hard. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in days, and the silence in the house has made it even worse. I miss her and the joy our little ones bring, filling our home with laughter and chaos.When I finally manage to catch a few moments of sleep before work, I get a call from Vanessa. I wish she had given me more details about what happened. But if she reached out, it must mean my Goddess was truly in danger.I tell no one that I’m heading to Miami. I book a seat on a commercial flight and set off toward the woman I love. I know my sister will lose her mind when she gets home and realizes I’m gone. We had agreed to talk about how my mom might protect me from Fritz.It was early, and the airport was packed with people. I kept my head low, wearing a cap and dark sunglasses. I might not be a global celebrity, but some paparazzi would sell their souls for a picture of me without my Goddess.I made it through the gate

Hassan Al-MakkiReturning home with Carolina and the children brought me a strange sensation, something unfamiliar to me, as I barely had a family to call my own. Even though I’m getting involved with this beautiful and fragile woman, she belongs to another man.From the moment I saw her crying in that kitchen, wearing only pajamas, I knew that at some point, she would return to her husband—not because she forgave what happened, as my Sayidati already forgave him long ago. I can see it in every longing sigh she has for that muscle-bound man, as she calls him.The children were restless in the back seat, pulling me out of my thoughts. I noticed they were eager for their mother's full attention.“Hassan?” Sayidati called me, and I glanced at the rearview mirror. “Stop at that diner...”I looked ahead and saw the drive-thru. The glow in her eyes and the smile on her face made it clear she was craving it. I nodded, rewarded with a lovely smile from the woman who has already stolen my hear