บททั้งหมดของ Accidentally Married to my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

~SophiaThe road blurred as I drove, the tears falling faster than I could wipe them away. The headlights of my car stretched into the darkness ahead, but no amount of distance would ease the pain inside. I had never felt so defeated, so lost. Nathaniel was the love of my life—he was—and yet, everything was crumbling around me. My grip on the steering wheel was so tight my hands ached, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. I just needed to get away. Lily, poor sweet Lily, sat beside me, her little face scrunched in confusion and worry. She didn’t fully understand why we were leaving. She didn’t understand why I was so upset, or why Nathaniel and I had argued. But she could feel it. Children always can. And as much as I tried to hold it together for her, the dam broke, and the tears came, steady and relentless."Mom!”Lily’s sudden scream pulled me from my spiraling thoughts, and before I could react, a small fist landed on my arm. Then another."You tried to kill Uncle Nate!" she y

~SophiaI stood at the doorway of the room Martha had prepared for Lily and me, taking in the cozy space. The walls were painted a soft cream, the scent of fresh linen filling the air. Two beds sat neatly on opposite sides of the room—one small, with a pink blanket and stuffed animals, and the other larger, obviously meant for me. Before I could absorb it all, Lily let out a delighted squeal. "Fluffy!" she cried, darting toward the bed. Her tiny hands grabbed the well-loved teddy bear sitting against the pillows, and she hugged it so tightly I thought she might squeeze the stuffing out of it. The bear’s fur was worn from years of love, its button eyes gleaming under the warm glow of the bedside lamp. "Oh, Fluffy," she whispered, pressing her cheek against its fuzzy head. "I missed you so much!" She pulled back slightly, tilting her head as if listening. Then she nodded solemnly. "I know! Mommy and I have been through a lot, but we’re okay now." I exchanged glances with Mar

~SophiaLaughter echoed through the living room as I chased Lily around, her tiny feet pattering against the floor as she squealed with joy. Her curls bounced wildly as she tried to dodge my grasp, giggling uncontrollably. “Mommy, you can’t catch me!” she teased, sticking her tongue out playfully. “Oh really?” I smirked, lunging forward. She let out a delighted scream as I caught her around the waist and spun her in the air. She clung to my neck, laughing breathlessly as I tickled her. Just then, a knock came at the door. I barely noticed it at first, too caught up in our game, but when it came again—louder this time—I paused. “Martha!” I called out, still holding Lily in my arms. “Someone’s at the door!” “Coming!” she shouted from the kitchen. Lily wriggled in my hold, and I placed her down gently. “Alright, go on,” I told her. “One more round, and then we rest.” She clapped excitedly and took off running again. Martha emerged from the kitchen, drying her hands on a

~SophiaAs I pulled up to the house, my fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Nathaniel’s car was already in the driveway. He was home. Good. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This wasn’t supposed to be difficult—I was just here to pick up Lily’s things. In and out. No unnecessary conversations, no emotions. But as I stepped out of the car and walked toward the house, my heart pounded harder than I wanted to admit. I pushed open the front door, my heels clicking against the marble floor as I stepped inside. The scent of something rich and flavorful filled the air—garlic, butter, something warm and inviting. Cooking? My brows furrowed as I followed the scent toward the kitchen, my stomach tightening with every step. Then I saw her. Isabella. She was standing by the counter, laughing with the maids as they worked together, her long, manicured fingers slicing vegetables while one of the maids stirred something on the stove. She looked… happy. Comfort

~SophiaI folded another dress and placed it neatly into the open suitcase lying on my bed. My hands moved on instinct, but my mind was restless. Was I really doing this? Packing up my things and taking Lily back to him? Back to Nathaniel's house? A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. Life had a cruel way of making a fool out of me. I shook my head and reached for another blouse, only to stop mid-motion when my bedroom door swung open. “What’s going on Soph, why are you packing?” I turned to see Martha standing there, her brown eyes wide, mouth slightly open. Her gaze darted from my half-packed suitcase to the pile of clothes on my bed, then back to me, as if trying to confirm what she was seeing was real. I sighed, leaving the dress in my hands and turning fully to face her. “I’ve decided to go back to Nathaniel.” For a moment, she just stood there, processing my words. Then, out of nowhere, she squealed. Before I could react, she rushed toward me and threw her arms around me