All Chapters of Dear Ex, I'm More Than Your Plan B: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“I had my suspicions the moment Eira was born. She has his eyes.” His throat worked as he looked away again. “I ran a background check years ago. I saw the records. I knew who her father was.”“And yet you never told Vera?” she asked, her tone neutral.“She didn’t owe me an explanation. And I… I didn’t want to push her away.”Mrs. Fontaine's expression softened just a touch. “You’ve always had a generous heart, Dorian. Even when it was breaking.”He gave a quiet laugh with no humor in it. “It’s not just breaking now, Mother. It’s being ripped apart piece by piece.”She said nothing.“I gave her everything,” he whispered. “Space. Support. Love. Eira calls me ‘Daddy’ more than she ever called anyone else that. And now…”He swallowed hard. “Now the man who gave her up is back to take everything I built.”Mrs. Fontaine leaned forward, her tone still calm but threaded with steel. “You’re not just talking about Eira.”“No,” Dorian admitted. “I’m not.”She studied him for a long moment. “And

Eira was looking up at her now, hands clasped under her chin. “Mommy, I’ll call you every day. Promise.”“I know, baby.”“And Gramma said we could bake and ride horses and...”“You won’t spoil her too much?” Vera asked Mrs. Fontaine, only half teasing.Mrs. Fontaine's eyes crinkled with warmth. “I’ll return her with only half the sugar she’ll demand, I swear.”Vera gave a soft laugh, but the smile never fully reached her eyes.Dorian stepped closer. “You’ve done more than enough on your own for six years. Let her have this break. Let yourself have one.”“I don’t need a break,” Vera said under her breath.Dorian’s eyes were steady. “Maybe not. But you deserve one anyway.”She looked down at Eira, who was still clutching her hand tightly, her smile full of hope and stars.How could she say no?How could she say I don’t trust the timing without sounding like she was reading too deeply into something?“Alright,” Vera said at last, brushing hair from Eira’s face. “You can go. But only for

The sun had started its descent by the time Asher realized no one was coming home today.He’d been parked outside Vera’s building for hours.At first, he’d planned to wait an hour. Maybe two.But then came the excuses, maybe they were out shopping, maybe they were visiting a friend, maybe they went to a bookstore or a museum. With a daughter like Eira, Vera was probably out doing something magical with her.But by the fourth hour, even his optimism gave way to quiet resignation.They weren’t coming back.Not tonight.Maybe not tomorrow.Still, he didn’t leave.He sat in the driver’s seat now, his phone silent on his lap, the gift box resting unopened beside him.How many times had he rehearsed what he’d say?How many versions of I’m sorry were enough?I was blind. I was manipulated. I thought you used me, and I see now how cruel that was.None of it would undo the years she spent alone.But he had to try.His fingers twitched as he thought of Eira’s face when she called him “Daddy.” T

The chandelier above the dining room table shimmered like a sky full of low hanging stars. Dozens of crystal teardrops caught the candlelight, scattering it across the gleaming silverware and bone china plates.Vera sat at one end of the long table, her back straight, her dress simple. She hadn’t planned to change, but the subtle look from one of the maids earlier, an eyebrow arched just so, told her that casual wouldn’t cut it.So she’d slipped into a soft black sheath dress.Elegant. Guarded.Much like her.Eira sat beside her, perched on a velvet booster chair, legs swinging as she spooned up her soup with the determined focus of someone on a secret mission.On Vera’s other side, Dorian sat like a man made for settings like this, his suit charcoal, his shirt open at the collar just enough to seem effortless.Mrs. Fontaine presided at the head of the table, wine glass in hand, a small smile gracing her lips as she watched the exchange between Vera and her son unfold with quiet inter

The Donovan Suites offered every luxury imaginable, private terraces, imported marble, full length windows with a view of the skyline, but Asher stood alone on his narrow balcony, untouched by any of it.The night was cool, cleaner than he remembered, and painfully silent.He leaned both hands on the iron railing, sleeves rolled up, jaw tight, pulse thrumming beneath his skin. He hadn’t slept. He couldn’t.He hadn’t even taken off his shoes.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her.Vera. Standing in the sunlight, holding their daughter’s hand like it was the only thing anchoring her to this world.He thought he’d been ready.He thought returning to the city, bringing himself closer, would give him time to plan, to fix, to act deliberately.But the second he found her gone, something unspooled inside him.She left.And now, it was like the world had shifted again. Like the axis of his gravity had tilted back toward her and refused to let him think about anything else.Behind him, the