All Chapters of I, love my mom's boyfriend: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Last night, Ezekiel had been waiting for me, but I fell asleep instead. He must be angry, I thought, as I stole glances at him. His face was stern, his movements deliberate as he sipped his coffee, seated across from me at the table.I turned my gaze to Dad and Mom, who were busy eating breakfast, seemingly unaware of the tension.Carefully, I extended my foot under the table, brushing it lightly against Ezekiel’s toe. He was about to take a bite, but the sudden contact made him pause.He glanced up at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. I pouted, my expression pleading, and slowly lifted my foot, resting it gently on his thigh.Ezekiel’s hand shot under the table, his strong grip encircling my foot. I squirmed slightly in surprise but soon relaxed as his warm palm began to trace slow, deliberate circles along my cold skin. A small smile crept onto my lips, his touch both reassuring and commanding.His voice broke the spell. “Isabella,” he said, his tone low but firm, “if you’re done, le

Dad stayed with us for about four days. It was nice to have him around, but the atmosphere between Ezekiel and Dad was tense.Because of Dad, Ezekiel and I started meeting less frequently than before. Ezekiel seemed irritated, especially since Dad often interrupted our moments together.This morning, Ezekiel’s expression was unusually stern. I couldn’t figure out why. I tried asking him what was wrong, but every time I started, something came up—either his phone rang or Dad interrupted us.Later, we sat together at the dining table, the silence heavy.Ezekiel was the first to break it.“Mr. Robert,” he began, his tone calm yet firm. “Would you mind explaining why you requested a transfer certificate for Isabella?”I froze, utterly shocked by Ezekiel’s words.What? Dad asked for a transfer certificate?My eyes snapped at Dad, searching for answers.Dad didn’t look surprised at all. He calmly placed his fork down and replied, “Yes, Mr. Ezekiel. I’ve decided it’s best for my daughter not

Kathrine seemed overjoyed—after all, she’d gotten exactly what she wanted. She made her way to Ezekiel’s room first, opening the door with a bright smile."Hi!" she greeted cheerfully.Ezekiel glanced up briefly, his gaze cold and distant, before returning to the paperwork in front of him. His silence made it clear—he didn’t have the time or patience to entertain her.Kathrine, however, wasn’t fazed. She walked toward him with practiced ease, her tone sugary sweet. "What’s wrong, honey?"When he didn’t respond, she added, "I know you’re upset about Robert." She leaned closer, touching his shoulder. "Don’t be."Ezekiel tensed but didn’t acknowledge her. Instead, he stood abruptly and strode toward the shelf, rummaging for a file with sharp, deliberate movements.A smirk tugged at Kathrine’s lips as she watched him. She tilted her head, feigning concern. "Ezekiel, why are you so upset, dear?" she said softly, her voice laced with mock sincerity.Then she added with a sly smile, "You kno

Dad arched his brows, his anger bubbling over as he suddenly lunged toward Ezekiel, grabbing his collar. Shocked, I froze for a moment before rushing forward."Dad!" I cried out, gripping his hand, trying to loosen his hold. "Dad, what are you doing?""Mr. Robert, please calm down," Ezekiel said firmly, his tone controlled, though his gaze darkened.But Dad wasn’t listening. With a furious shove, he pushed Ezekiel back and roared, "Did you sleep with my daughter too?""Mr. Robert, release your hand," Ezekiel said again, his voice steady but stern.Dad ignored him and shoved him again, his fury unwavering."Dad, please!" I pleaded, trembling as I stepped between them. "Listen to him. He hasn’t done anything wrong!"Dad turned to me, his face contorted with rage. "He hasn’t done anything wrong? Are you defending him?"Before I could respond, his hand shot out, slapping me hard across the face. The impact sent me stumbling, and I grabbed the sofa for support, my cheek stinging with pain.

Kathrine sighed deeply, turning away from Ezekiel before facing him again. "You’re wrong," she said, her voice laced with tension.Ezekiel leaned forward slightly, his tone unwavering. "Kathrine, I have all the proof. Now think carefully about your next move. But I’d advise you to tread lightly if you’re thinking about interfering with Isabella and me."Kathrine arched a brow, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Are you trying to strike a deal with me?"Ezekiel pressed his lips into a firm line. "If that’s how you want to see it, then yes."Kathrine let out a bitter laugh, stepping closer to him. "Wow. My ex-boyfriend—who slept with me—now wants to stay with my daughter? Do you even hear how disgusting that sounds?"Ezekiel exhaled, steadying himself. "I can’t change what’s already happened, Kathrine. I know this situation is awkward and wrong in so many ways, but it wasn’t planned. It just happened. I’m asking you to try to understand."Kathrine stepped forward, her movements sl