All Chapters of Mummy, please go back to Daddy.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cherry's POV I was stunned when those pictures surfaced online. I swear, I never expected this to happen—not now, not ever. The pictures were from a vacation in Paris with my ex-husband, Jack, taken years ago when we were still married. Back then, we were blissfully in love, or at least I thought we were. Jack hadn’t left yet, and life seemed perfect. He was the kind of man every woman dreamed of—a provider, a protector, someone who encouraged me to chase my dreams and even supported my education. He helped raise my daughter as if she were his own. I adored him. But Jack left. And why he left remains a mystery only he can answer. When I first saw those pictures, my heart dropped. Not because of nostalgia, but because I knew this wasn’t some random coincidence. Someone had dug them up, someone who wanted to ruin me. My reputation as a celebrity was already fragile, and this was the final nail in the coffin. As I stared at those photos plastered across every gossip site, anger bub

**Cherry's POV** The air in the room felt thick, almost suffocating, as I watched Dylan and Selena laugh over their chess game. My heart pounded erratically in my chest, the walls around me closing in. How had it come to this? Dylan, sitting in my living room, interacting with my daughter as though he belonged here. He didn't belong here. He couldn't. Not after everything he’d done. “Good evening, Mom!” Selena’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts as she rushed to hug me, her small arms wrapping tightly around my waist. Her bright smile, so innocent, so pure, tugged at my heart. “I missed you,” she said, planting a kiss on my cheek. I forced a smile, brushing her curls away from her face. “Good evening, my darling. How are you?” My voice was soft, masking the storm brewing inside me. “I’m good!” she chirped before gesturing toward Dylan. My eyes darted to him, and his gaze met mine, steady and confident. Too confident. “What are you doing in my house, Dylan?” My voice

**Cherry’s POV** I was thrilled when my daughter, Selena, invited me out for dinner on my birthday. For the first time in her ten years, my little girl wanted to do something special just for me. The idea that she had planned this on her own filled me with pride. When we arrived at the restaurant, my heart skipped a beat as I spotted a dessert that looked eerily familiar. It was the exact one Dylan used to make for me back when we were married. My chest tightened as memories I had buried deep resurfaced. I turned to Selena, my voice trembling slightly, and asked, "Did Dylan help you with this?" She beamed, her innocent eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, Mom! Dylan said he wanted to make your birthday extra special." For a fleeting moment, I felt something I hadn’t in years—hope. Maybe, just maybe, Dylan still cared. I smiled at Selena, trying to suppress the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. "It’s wonderful, darling. Thank you so much for this. You and Dylan made

APOLOGIES FOR FREQUENT CHANGE OF POV IN THIS CHAPTER, I HAD TO GIVE DETAILS. **Selena's POV**I don’t know what’s going on. Everything is happening so fast. My mom has been arrested, and I’m struggling to process it. She’s been accused of killing Cherry’s parents and driving them into bankruptcy. It doesn’t make sense. My mom would never do something so heinous. Sure, she didn’t like Cherry, but killing her parents? No. That’s not the woman I know. I’ve been trying to contact the police, trying to plead with anyone who would listen to understand that my mom is innocent. But it’s like shouting into a void. No one cares. As I paced in my office, my hands trembled with frustration, tears burning at the corners of my eyes. The laptop screen glared back at me, displaying emails and messages that had gone unanswered. I felt utterly helpless. Suddenly, Selena burst into the room, her face pale, her small hands clutching her tablet tightly. “Dad!” she

**Cherry's POV** When Dylan asked me that question, I froze, my breath caught in my throat. I didn’t know how to respond. Sharon's words echoed in my mind, stirring my doubts and confusion. *His mom wasn’t the one who killed my parents,* she had said. But how could I trust her? After everything Sharon had done—her lies, manipulations, and schemes—I couldn’t decide if her words held any truth or were just another trick. Dylan stood there, his piercing eyes boring into mine, waiting for an answer. My heart pounded as I tried to gather my thoughts. Could I tell him the truth? What would he do if he found out I was the one who had his mother imprisoned? My chest felt tight with the weight of my dilemma. Swallowing hard, I decided to face him head-on, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Yes, I did," I admitted, my gaze unwavering. "Do you have a problem with that? I wanted justice, and I got it. That’s all that matters." His expression twisted into something that looked