บททั้งหมดของ Daddy’s Girl [ Her Mother's Husband]: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

"Oh." I say. I feel the gulf between us widen, suddenly very aware of the fact that she is not holding me back, not returning the embrace. I take a cautious step back from her, my heart beating loudly in my ears, it is deafening and drowns out everything else. This is it. She knows. I am fucked. In this awful moment, what I feel is a shallow sense of relief. It is bitter and wrong, but it is there, creeping up on me slowly. Relief that I don't have to hide like this anymore and lie and lie my way past a line I can't come back from. As if I haven't already crossed that damn line long ago. As if I wasn't unredeemable at this point. "She is the same." She sighs sadly.I do a double take. Maybe I misheard? My heart is definitely beating loud enough to drown out sound. But I heard her and she is not yelling and throwing things at me in blind rage yet. Or whatever reaction Christine might give if she finds out what I am doing with her daughter. Christine might be a loud socialite, but in

"What are you doing?" I narrow my eyes at her, I am not really angry, but I need to scare her a little if it will help snap her out of her crazed raging trance. I didn't sign up for this when I married her. I have never been one for drama. I know I might seem very fucking hypocritical with that line of reasoning, but it is the truth, I didn't sign up for this. "You are not leaving until you tell me who the fuck she is!" Christine is unafraid. She stands her ground, barricading the door with her body. I wonder if she is not cold, standing half naked in her underwear in the cold room. But she looks determined. "I will say it once, Christine and I will not repeat myself..." I start, leaning down to grab her shoulders and stare directly into her eyes, it is easy to put up this front now because I have managed to tuck my guilt neatly deep down, so far down, I am able to even work up an anger about the way she is behaving, "There is no one. I am sorry I was unreachable for the whole weeke

I flinch away from her like her words are a sharp knife wielded at me. "Aleen, did you fall in love with him?" She scoots closer to get a better look at me. I can't hide from her. "Oh my God." She gasps, seemingly gleaming the truth from my silence. "Well, now you know." I sigh, feeling suddenly tired. I was overwhelmed with my feelings. I lay back on the bed, but I don't cover my face with the duvet. There is nothing to hide now. I am bared open to her. At least the judgment will stop now. She thought I was just being reckless messing around with him, but now she knows better. "Oh my God. I did try to warn you that this would happen, Aleen." Charlie says, though her tone is careful, I still feel a flare of irritation. "Charlie. Please. I can't do this now. I know I fucked up. I feel terrible. I have laid here all week, feeling like shit. I know I have crossed all the lines. I know all these and more. Please, don't add to my anguish. There is nothing you want to say now that I ha

"Hi Charlie dear." My mother quickly covers her face again with her glasses when she sees Charlie in the room. "Hi, Christine! So good to see you!" Charlie's voice is pitched high and I wince at her too obvious attempt at seeming normal. My mother doesn't sense anything, her head is elsewhere as she goes to sit quietly at my desk, crossing her legs elegantly. Charlie gives us both a conflicted look, she doesn't know whether to give us privacy, or to stay back and protect me if the need arises. I give her a small shake of my head. I am terrified out of my mind, and confused at the same time, but I can handle myself. Christine doesn't know anything about Stephane and I. That single thought gives me some confidence. Doesn't help with the guilt, but it is something I can straighten my spine off of. Today is not my day of reckoning. Charlie excuses herself and my mother and I fall into a silence that is too loud in my pulse. I don't sit next to her or opposite her, I can't stand the di

Aleen POV:"Mom. You must know how crazy that sounds." I say, attempting a lighthearted laugh, deep inside I am shredding to pieces with terror. She doesn't return the laugher. Doesn't even crack a smile. She just fixes me with her heavy blank stare. I can't read it and it terrifies me so I look away. "I don't care." She replies, voice still hard with vehemence. "You should. She is not your problem. She didn't owe you loyalty like your husband does. You should be directing whatever ire you feel towards him. He is the one that betrayed your trust." I rush through my words, feeling breathless. They are empty. I know she would never go after Stephane. She loves him too much and besides, she knows how futile it would be going after him. He is more powerful than her.There is nothing she can do to him except rage fruitlessly. She knows it and so she would direct her angst at the next best person. The other woman. Me. It might feel like I am just trying to save my own ass, but I have to