Todos los capítulos de A Second Chance Family for the CEO : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Writer’s POV For the past few days now, Andrew has been unable to understand his mom because she has been acting strangely, so he decided to keep tabs on her so that he can find out what she’s hiding from him that has been making her restless. At first he wanted to wait until she’s ready to speak to him, but with the way things are going. He can’t wait until she’s ready. Andrew thought that probably it’s Victoria that’s threatening his mother with something she knew about her. “Let’s go inside.” Andrew said to his mother, and they both went into the house. Marissa was wondering why he wasn’t asking any questions. On a normal day he would have asked a series of questions, but this time he stopped at the first question. Marissa thought it was strange and totally unlike him to do such a thing. “Don’t you think it’s time you visited the hospital for your monthly checkup?” Andrew asked Marissa. She raised her head to look at him when she heard what he asked. “Why do I alway

Andrew’s POV “Why are you not saying anything?” I asked him curiously because he was not saying anything after dropping such a bomb. I was waiting patiently to hear what he had to say, but I was becoming impatient when he wasn’t saying anything. “Sir, based on the evidence I have gathered, I think your wife was innocent. Seven years ago, it was all your mom and Victoria’s plan.” I felt like I was suffocating the moment I heard the hired agent say this to me. It was completely impossible for me; it’s something that I can never accept to be true, because it can’t even be possible. “What are you talking about?” I asked again to confirm if I heard him correctly. “Sir, the young man that was hired back then is currently threatening your mom because he was arrested a few days after for a crime he didn’t commit, and he believes your mom is responsible, as a way of keeping his mouth shut forever.” “What do you take me for? I hired you to find the truth about what my mom is po

Isabella's POV It's finally the day that the kids will resume school again. They didn't look as excited as I thought they would, but still I was happy that I wouldn't have to be stressed out all day because of them again since they will be resuming school today. After preparing them for school, I headed back to the room to prepare myself so I could drop them at school. When I was done dressing up, we were all set to leave, and we headed out of the house. It's been months now since we started living with Tristan, and I was slowly beginning to realize that maybe, or somehow, we might be making him uncomfortable. It might be time for us to find a place of our own so that he can have his house to himself again. While the driver drove us to school, I had a lot on my mind. I know that staying with Tristan for this long isn't a good idea, but at the same time I don't have enough resources and enough money to leave the house right now, and the kids as well—it would be very hard to tel

Writer's POV Tristan noticed that there's been a difference in Bella's character these past few days. He wanted to talk to her about it, but he didn't know how she would take it. She might find it offensive that he is talking about the way she has been behaving. He had also been thinking of how to make their relationship official so that they could get married, though he wasn't sure about Bella's feelings towards him. Sometimes she gives him this kind of mixed signal where she acts like she likes him, and sometimes she behaves like he's just a friend, so he doesn't know if she really has feelings for him. “Good morning.” Tristan greeted Bella with a bright smile on his face. Bella smiled too and sat down on the dining chair. The kids had already gone to school, so it was just both of them left in the house. Tristan was thinking about the kind of conversation to bring up, but he couldn't think of anything at the moment. He tried to think of what to say, but there was no topic to

Isabella's POV I felt sick of Andrew's presence and his constant pressure, so I thought it'd be better to have a conversation with him. Maybe he will stop disturbing me, as the news was spreading pretty fast that both of us are in a relationship, which isn’t true. “Can we talk?” I asked Andrew in the restaurant, and we both stepped out to have a conversation. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked him after successfully dragging him outside. Andrew looked confused when I asked the question. “What do you mean?” He asked, trying to act like he didn’t know what I was talking about. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. What is wrong with you? Why have you chosen to make my life so uncomfortable?” I asked him angrily. “Well, you finally agreed to talk, so I guess it worked.” I placed my hand on my head, and for a moment I almost got swayed; those were the same words he said in college the day I decided to hear him out, and after some weeks we became official. I had the