Semua Bab MARRYING My FATHER-IN-LAW : Bab 191 - Bab 200

"You wanted to apologize?" I repeat, my voice sharp. "Apologize for what exactly? For humiliating me? For the accusations? For the defamation? What parts of what you did are you trying to apologize for?"Tina exhales, steadying herself. "I get your frustration and your anger towards me.""Please stop talking as if you actually understand what I’m going through right now," I say bitterly."I’m sure you’re going through a lot, and I should have done this sooner." She pauses, glancing at Trey before looking back at me. "The thing is, I love my son. I know there isn’t a person on this earth who doesn’t love their kids, but—""But you’re not supposed to just accuse people of things without being sure," I cut in.She nods and I continue,"I didn’t do anything to Trey. I didn’t even touch him.""I know," she says softly. "And I’m sorry.""And you know this how?" I challenge.Tina takes a deep breath. "I didn’t let it go just because Trey asked me to. I did my own investigation. I saw the v

"Tina, I don't think we should be drinking right now.""Oh, come on, Mina, why are you being such a downfall? Don't you want to uplift my spirits? Come on, please join me."And then she's already there by the bar, pouring us wine. She calls the chef and asks him to prepare little snacks to eat while we're drinking the wine. She's already choosing classical music, changing the lights in the house—I didn't even know we had disco lights—and she's putting them on.She's already dancing. She's drinking. She's pulling me up to dance with her.I think it's better to dance than drink the wine, so I put the wine glass away. And then the two of us just start dancing. At first, I'm just doing it to please her, but then I actually have fun.I have to agree, the Flaglers can get on your throat, but they're actually kind of fun. Like Tina—she's probably in her 60s, late 50s—and here she is, having the time of her life. She's laughing, pulling me with her, dancing with me. And I find myself actually

Emmerson finally asked after what felt like hours, where the two of us sat in a room that felt a little too small for the both of us.I just couldn't. I couldn't let him see how he affected me.I didn't want to sound rude. I didn’t want him to know how much I didn’t want him here. How much I couldn’t handle him being here. But I couldn't be rude about it, either. I didn’t want him to misunderstand, to think something that wasn’t true. Even though I couldn’t tell him the truth."No, it's not about that, Emerson. It’s about..." I hesitated, my throat suddenly dry. "Look, I’m trying to prove something to myself. Just let me work on it."He let out a slow breath, tilting his head as if he was trying to read me. "Nobody is stopping you, Mina. I do want you to work on it. I already gave it to you. But I’m just saying—it’s not a bad idea if we put our heads together. It should probably take thirty minutes, an hour max."My eyes snapped up. Thirty minutes? One hour?Does he know how hard thi

And you guessed it right—just when we were about to start locking up the office, Emerson finally called me."Hey, I'm sorry to get back to you so late," he said. His voice was fine, but there was something else there—hesitation, maybe.I sighed. "What is it?""I told Rita," he said, "and she just told me she is on her way with Eric right now.""What?" I nearly dropped my phone. "No! That was not the deal!""I know, I understand," Emerson said quickly. "I told her to come alone. She just called me now and told me to tell you that she was on her way to your office with Eric."I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I don’t care if she’s on her way. I’m already locking up the office and going back to my apartment to take a long bubble bath and a long sleep. If they won’t agree to my demands, tell them that I am going to the police station first thing tomorrow and taking this case forward."Emerson exhaled. "Okay. Whatever you decide, as I told you, I’m good with whatever you decide. I just wa

I watched as Rita waved a dismissive hand at Rachel, her perfectly manicured nails glinting under the office lights. "You don’t have sparkling water?" she asked, her voice laced with exaggerated disappointment.Rachel’s smile was tight, her patience wearing thin. "I’ll check, Mrs. Blackwind."Rita gave a small, satisfied nod and leaned back against the couch, rubbing her belly in slow, deliberate circles.I folded my hands on my desk, tilting my head slightly. "You’re glowing, Rita. Pregnancy looks good on you."She beamed. "Oh, Mina, that’s so sweet of you to say. Not that I need to hear it—I see it in the mirror every morning. I wish every woman would experience this..." She let out a light, tinkling laugh. "Eric can't keep his hands off me. He says I’ve never looked better. But I think it’s the hormones, you know? "I nodded, offering her a polite smile. "Must be."Rachel returned a moment later, setting down a chilled bottle of sparkling water on the table. "Here you go."Rita