Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY FRIENDS FATHER: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Carolina AlcântaraI love him with all my heart, and I wish nothing bad happens to him. But I can’t face this situation anymore; my mind is overwhelmed with it.At this moment, my feelings are completely torn. I love my husband, but I am falling for the Arab man whom I’m sure is watching me from a distance. I know that perhaps Hassan will never be enough to ease the pain of my decision to move forward. But it would be inconsistent with myself if I tried to keep my marriage with Bruno.I spent a week torturing my muscles, trying to compensate for the pain and anger from his betrayal.Maybe if I did the same…What hurt this time was seeing his actions with that girl. I saw his hands gripping her waist, saw how his body responded to the desire he felt for her, saw the scratches he received on his chest…That’s what won’t leave my mind. Damn it, I’m Madame Switzerland, I’ve never forgiven any abuse women close to me have suffered. How could I forgive what happened in that room?“Can we ta

Bruno AlcântaraI stumble backward and fall onto the liquor cabinet, destroying most of the bottles that were there. I try to free myself from my brother-in-law's grip.But Cláudio is as tall as I am, just not as muscular. Even though I'm trying to avoid him, I can't; I'm trapped between his legs, and his hand is gripping my shirt."I trusted you…" I feel the impact again, my eyebrow splits, and blood begins to flow."My sister doesn’t deserve this!" Cláudio exclaims, releasing my shirt violently.My body collapses, and I hit the back of my head on the broken edge of the cabinet. I look at my brother-in-law, who walks toward my sister, still facing away from where I’ve fallen.The heat trickling down my face is more than deserved; I know that if Carol could have done this, she would have done it again, and I have the feeling that this time, she wouldn’t leave me alive. I wipe the blood from my face and look at the mess around me.I struggle to get up as I hear Cláudio trying to convin

Ivone FritzListening to what Carolina had in mind is practically madness, but I could see she was determined to go through with it. Just like Bruno's gaze, hers was filled with sadness as she spoke.However, it was evident he had already come to terms with the situation he himself caused. It was also clear that Carolina had forgiven him for being caught in bed with another woman. All of this was happening because she had lost trust in the man who called her "Goddess."Perhaps if she distanced herself with the story of a high-risk pregnancy, she could have a peaceful pregnancy with Hassan taking care of everything around her. As much as I love my son, he made the gravest of mistakes.Not because he slept with another woman, but because he had promised never to drink to the point of doing something foolish again. From what I know of my daughter-in-law, if it had been merely a slip-up, she would have punished him and tried to move forward with the marriage.But breaking a promise to the

Hassan Al-MakkiThe idea had been running through my mind ever since I noticed that Sayidati wasn’t getting better. She was still in pain from the separation, but she couldn’t be without me either. At least that’s what I felt whenever I was a little farther away from her.Now, seeing Bruno’s expression, I felt like an idiot for asking the husband of the woman I’m in love with if he would accept sharing her. I know it could work.I start to see his face contort into a grimace, and I get worried when he begins to move toward me.“Don’t even think about it, I won’t let you touch me this time,” I say, puffing out my chest.“How dare you come into my house and make such an offer?” I see him spit the words in my face.“The same courage you had when you went up to her room and had sex, knowing I was downstairs.” I’m taken by surprise when he tries to hit me.“Son of a bitch, bastard...” I dodge another punch and land one square on his face.“Call me whatever you want, but respect Najla Al-Ma

Bruno AlcântaraI wake up to a soft whisper and the hand of my Goddess on my face. I see her with an expression slightly more sad than what I'm used to seeing every day since our first separation.I lift my head and see Hassan kneeling, hands on his face, murmuring a prayer. I furrow my brows, observing the man who's entering my life. Just as I was about to call him, I feel Carol's fingers on my lips. "He's praying, don't interrupt!" She says with a smile.I lie back down next to her and lift the sheet that was covering her. She’s already moving her feet and places one of her knees over mine. I relax in the bed now with a little more space and enjoy the feeling of having her in my arms."We’ll need a bigger bed…" She says, and I make a face."There’s no need, Hassan can stay in the closet or the shower." I say, feeling a pinch."I thought you’d accepted this?" I see doubt in her face.And by the way she pulled away, I think I hurt the woman I love. I sigh and notice that Hassan is st