All Chapters of My Father-In-Law's Craziest Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Winston’s POV It was past midnight, but I couldn’t sleep. The walls of the Wolfe Estate quieter tonight, like someone was missing. I sighed heavily and stirred, tucking my legs under the blanket and hoping sleep would come. But I wasn't that lucky. “Damn it!" I hissed slowly and looked at the clock on the mantel. It would be morning soon and I hadn't gotten any sleep at all. My eyes were on the ceiling, my body barely able to stay still even as my mind was in chaos. Every word Sansa had said earlier kept playing on repeat. She's been communicating with Killian. The way she said it so casually, as if it meant nothing. As if that wasn’t the same man who shattered her, who betrayed her in ways she didn’t even fully understand yet.A part of me wanted to believe she was just trying to find closure, to cut the last fraying thread connecting her to him. But another part, the darker, more cynical part of me, wondered if maybe she still loved him. If maybe I was just a comfort blank

Sansa’s POVThe walls of my room were too tight.I sat curled up on the edge of the bed, my knees drawn to my chest, arms wrapped so tightly around them I could feel the imprint of my nails on my skin. It had been two days. Two long, breathless, soul-tearing days since that portrait was unveiled in the dining room.I felt nothing but disgust for myself. As if on cue, my stomach twisted again and I heaved. Quickly, I stumbled to my feet and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before vomiting. My entire body shook as the sour taste of shame poured out of me. Nothing came up but water. The only thing I'd managed to drink in two days, and even that rejected me.My chest heaved as I gripped the cold porcelain bowl. I didn't know how to feel anymore. Should I guilty, angry, broken, terrified? Maybe all of them.As I stayed leaned on the toilet bowl, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.I froze.The knocking came again, firmer this time, followed by a soft voice. “Mis

Winston’s Point of ViewI had stared at that damn portrait for too long. Maybe an hour. Maybe two. But I couldn't stop looking at her. Sansa Vale. Or was she still Sansa Wolfe? Dammit! My name sounded better with her first name. “Sansa Wolfe," I tasted it on my tongue. She must always be a Wolfe. Even with Killian gone, I didn't mind giving her my last name. I would never mind giving her my last name. I had never wanted another woman as badly as I wanted her. Many years back, after what I faced with Eleanor and her betrayal, I could have sworn no one else would capture my cold stony heart. But here she was. Stealing every bit of my thoughts without even trying. I turned my face again to the portrait and sighed. She was beautiful. There she was on the large canvas, with her back turned halfway, one delicate shoulder exposed to the camera, her skin lit by some golden light that made her look more ethereal than human. Her hair was tangled around her neck, it was beautiful but wh

Sansa’s POVThe city didn’t look like it had changed much, but I had.Augustine dropped me off just as he got to the metropolis.I told him I'd be fine on my own and promised to give him a tour of the city when I had the time. For now, I had to be on my own. The glass walls of the tiny café was shiny and I could practically see my own reflection as I stood outside for a second longer than necessary. I wasn't ready to face people yet. But I had nowhere else to go. My card balance was already down to double digits after I paid Penelope a small stipend from my emergency fund. She was so grateful when I sent it to her, probably because she knew it was all I had left.I finally stepped inside and the bell above the door rang loudly. The café was warm and they still hadn’t fixed the crooked frame of the espresso guide behind the counter from the last time I came. The barista didn’t recognize me, and I was glad. For once, I was invisible.I ordered a black coffee, no sugar. Somehow, I fe

Winston's POV I arrived home from the office feeling more drained than I should. I was not just physically tired, I was mentally drained. Killian was a thorn in my flesh and the more he picked on Sansa, the more I wondered how I'd managed to raise such a cold narcissistic son. “I swear he's a pig!" I hissed and slammed the car door shut. At least the divorce papers were now in my hands. All Sansa had to do was sign it and then I'd get my best lawyers to work at once. Then she'd be free. She'd be free to decide who she wanted. Although the thought of her freedom scared me more than I wanted to admit. I knew I was attractive and many women desired me. Hell! I knew Sansa was madly attracted to me. But what I didn't know was just how long that would last. And what if, what if this wasn't really a blackmail but her way of moving on? I shook my head physically as if to dispel the thoughts and went inside. The moment I stepped through the doors of my estate, the familiar scent of