Lahat ng Kabanata ng Another Chance At Love: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Adele’s Pov I sank into an armchair and buried my face in my hands. How the hell had I ended up with this cold, cruel, son of a bitch? Well at least he hadn’t tried to force himself on me, yet. I sighed and went to the kitchen to see if they was any food. The fridge was stocked, thanks to Rachel. I made lunch and went to wake Jay. We ate lunch then explored the house. It had six bedrooms, a large living room, kitchen, library and study, a gym, and swimming pool. Jay loved the swimming pool, but I made him promise not to go near it till he had gotten swimming lessons. I also made a note to install a mini playground for him. Dinner was just the two of us. Dan was locked away in his room, I guessed he was drinking again. It scared me but I told myself he was just responding to the stress of the whole wedding. It wasn’t a habit, I tried to convince myself. “Why isn’t daddy eating with is?” Jay asked at dinner. “He is asleep. He’s so tired.” I said evasively. “Can I go se

Adele's PovI glared at Dan, resisting the urge to rush over and choke him to death. After he had left, Jay had hung his head and cried softly. “Sweetheart please don’t cry.” I said hugging him. “My daddy hates me.” He said sadly. “No he doesn’t honey. I’m sorry for what he said. But he loves you.” “So why won’t he let me call him Dad?” “Well he isn’t your Dad.” I said awkwardly “But I want him to be. I like him.” I bit my lower lip. In my head I viciously cursed Dan, wishing I had the power of Elastic Girl so I could stretch my arm to his office and punch him in the face for causing my son such pain. “You know what honey? Call him Mr. Dan for now okay?” “Not Dad?” He asked sadly. “Not yet sweetheart. Soon you will call him Dad.” He frowned a little and opened his mouth to ask more questions but I changed the subject. “Finish your breakfast sweetie, we are going to find you a new school.” I said. “I am not hungry anymore.” He mumbled. “Okay drink your mil

Adele’s Pov I blushed with shame. Even though I was the one being abused, I was feeling the shame my abuser should had felt. Crazy right? “Nothing.” I lied. “It’s just that when he is drunk he becomes a different person.” I said wishing I could go into detail but I was too embarrassed to tell her everything. “He calls me names, especially since that incident at the pool party.” “I saw the pictures. I am so sorry. It’s my fault for allowing ever idiot in. The guy wasn’t even on the guest list and nobody I spoke to admitted to inviting him. Heaven knows how he snuck in and I haven’t seen him since. If I do catch him he will regret it. Dad told me you had been set up, and I believe that. I hope Dan does too.” “He dosen’t.” I said sadly. “He thinks I tried cheating on him and was caught.” “He shouldn’t think that. It is clear someone set you up. Any idea who?” I hesitated for a minute. The only people who would have loved to see me in trouble, Karen and Tina, didn’t even know

Adele’s Pov I lay awake for a good part of the night crying softly. How could Dan say all those mean things? That I had been sleeping around since I was thirteen? I had lost my virginity at twenty to Harry, my first and only boyfriend. I had given it to him because I loved him and hoped we would get married. So who was feeding Dan all these lies, or was he making them up to justify being an asshole towards me? Maybe, since he had boldly admitted he was having an affair, maybe slandering me was a way to justify it and ease his conscience. I wondered who the woman could be. An ex? Or someone he had met recently? Was she pretty? I shook my head, determine not to fall into that destructive self blame pattern. If he was cheating then there was something wrong with him not me. I sighed. This wasn’t the way I pictured my marriage would be. I really needed to talk to someone. I thought of Jack but it was late, I didn’t want to disturb him. I could talk to Rachel, she had asked me

Dan sat in the living room sipping coffee. He had woken up slightly later than usual and wanted to be done and out of the house before Adele and her brat were awake. He licked his dry lips as he remembered last night. After all the things Karen had told him Adele had done as a teenager and how disgusting she was, he had swore not to look at, let alone touch her. He had told himself her touch would irritate him yet last night, as he watched her walk to close the window his eyes had refused to leave her well shaped ass. And when he’d held her hand and looked into her eyes after her little accident, he had felt nothing but desire for her. If she hadn’t spoken and brought back a memory he was trying desperately to forget he would have ripped off her flimsy night dress and fucked her right there. Damn! If he were the superstitious type he would have sworn she was a witch. How else could she make him hate yet want her so much? Even now as he remembered how she’d looked in her tiny,