MARRYING My FATHER-IN-LAW のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

"What do you mean, what the hell is going on?" I snap, pushing myself up slightly despite the pain in my leg. "I should be the one asking you that question. What the hell are you doing here? How are you here? Why are you even here? What’s going on?"Trey stares at me, his brows furrowing as if I’m the one acting irrationally."Were you leaving?" His voice is sharp, confused. "Where are you going?""I'm very confused about what is going on here," I fire back. "Why the hell are you here?""Why wouldn’t I be here?" he counters, folding his arms.I exhale sharply,"You cancelled the wedding. You’re not living in the mansion. You disappeared—" He shakes his head like he still can’t believe it. "You know, I thought Emerson had actually done something to you, that prick. I actually thought he abducted you."I blink. "Abducted me?""Yeah. You don’t know how some people’s minds work, especially when it has to do with matters of the heart" he insists, his expression serious. "I mean, you’re you

But the real question is—how far is he actually willing to go?“Hello, Taki. Here’s what I want you to do,” Trey says into his phone, his voice smooth, calculated. “Get the video. The police report. Get those eyewitnesses—the waitress from the restaurant. Yes, do a whole spread. Make sure a person living under a rock gets it. My mother will handle the legal stuff.”I grip the door handle, ready to leave. Ready to walk away.But something stops me.Am I really doing this?I know I’m furious with Emerson. Beyond furious. But am I really ready to leave, knowing what I’d be leaving behind?Would I be able to go away with a clear conscience?Some people would say it has nothing to do with me. That, it’s not my problem. It's not my fault that Emmerson acted that way……But I feel responsible.If I hadn’t been in that position with Trey, Emerson wouldn’t have acted the way he did.He thought Trey was assaulting me.And yes—Trey was assaulting me.And Emerson? He was just trying to protect me.

My words feel like a final statement, a line I’m drawing between us. I don’t need his approval, his advice, or his version of what love should be.I push his hand away, and he watches me with that look I can’t quite decipher—it's like he's trying to figure me out, studying me. I hate that look, but I don’t care anymore.Without another word, I walk past him, determined to leave, to get out of this suffocating space. As I move toward the door, I hear him let out a slow, almost amused chuckle, as if he finds something about this situation funny. I don’t turn back to find out.He closes the door behind us with a soft click, and I hear the distinct sound of him grabbing my suitcase, and dragging it behind me as I walk ahead. I keep my head high, forcing myself to appear calm, to put on a brave face. Inside, though, I am a storm of emotions.I start walking toward the mansion as if I have a sense of direction as if I even know where Tristan parked his car. But the truth is, I’m just walkin

I might or might not have fallen asleep in the car.Why?Because that’s what Trey said when I woke up, and I don’t trust Trey—not even a little bit.One minute, I was fuming at him, staring out the window, trying to drown him out. The next, he was shaking me awake, and I had no idea where we were. I blinked, rubbing my eyes, and took in my surroundings.We weren’t at his place. We weren’t at a hotel. And by the looks of it, Trey didn’t live in a restaurant either.“What are we doing here?” I ask, my voice groggy.Trey leans against the open car door, smirking. “I thought you could eat.”“And who told you I haven’t eaten?”He shrugs. “I don’t know, maybe your stomach—which, by the way, was growling while you were snoring.”I sit up straighter, narrowing my eyes. “I did not snore.”Trey grins. “Oh, you snore.”“I did not.”“You so did.”“Trey, just stop it, okay?” I snap. “I’m not in the mood.”He raises his hands in surrender. “Okay. But we’re still eating.”“I don’t—”“I don’t care

By the time we got back to Trey's penthouse, I wasn’t as furious as I had been when we left. I was still in a semi-not-good mood, but at least I wasn’t ready to throw Trey out of his own penthouse anymore. Naturally, he took advantage of my slightly better mood and started coaxing me into going to a restaurant with him for dinner. Adding that he had already made reservations.I was just about to give in when, on our way there, we passed a food truck selling burgers. And that was it for me.“I want one,” I announced.Trey groaned. “Are you serious? We’re on our way to a restaurant. Better food and better environment.”“I don’t care,” I said, already making my way toward the truck. “I’m getting a burger. Then we can go to your fancy restaurant.”He sighed heavily as if this was the greatest inconvenience of his life. But, of course, he couldn’t just sit there and watch me eat alone. So, begrudgingly, he ordered one too.And then another.And then another.By the time we were done, I tur