All Chapters of FALLING FOR HIS DADDY: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

It was the fourth day since I was admitted. Today, I was finally getting discharged from the hospital. Finally, I was out of that place that I hated for the very first time in my life. I don’t know, but the smell of medicines did not seem to sit well with me again. I hated that place.I should have been excited, but my heart was quiet, still carrying the weight of everything that had happened. But gladly, I had people like Dr. Aldrich who had pulled all the strings to make sure my stay at the hospital was as comfortable as it could ever get. And Dorian, who had offered to help me like we were buddies from birth.Apparently, Dr. Aldrich had hired her to be my personal nurse, but she turned out to be something more than just a nurse. In the last four days, we had grown closer. Somehow, the silence between us had become comforting. She made sure I ate, she kept me laughing even when I didn’t feel like it, and she never asked for anything in return.Dr. Aldrich had hired her to be my pers

The house had become familiar—almost too familiar. It was strange how quickly I had gotten used to it. How I had accepted such a huge, priceless gift from him. I know, I know. He said there was nothing too much for me, that he could hand me the entire world and heaven if he could. That I deserve all the good things that heaven and earth have to offer. But honestly, I was just a very simple girl. As much as I wanted to believe his words, I still felt he was investing too much in me. That he was giving me too much. But despite that, there was still that joy that lingered within me when I looked back at the things he had done for me or even counted them. There was that wave of thrill I could not hide.I wandered from room to room without thinking, my feet leading me through the long corridor, past the guest lounge, and finally to a door I had only passed by a few times: Dr. Aldrich’s office.Yes, he had converted one room to be his office. He could not stand being away from me even for a

He looked like he had swallowed something sharp. “I am sorry. Forgive me. It was not my intention to make you feel this way. I never wanted to betray your trust, believe me!”A war raged inside me. My hands itched to throw the folder at him, to scream louder, to curse every part of this horrible truth. But somewhere, buried deep beneath my fury, was a whisper that said he meant well.I knew he did. I felt it—the genuineness in his voice.It did not make it right.But it made it harder to hate him.I sank onto the edge of the bed, exhausted. “I feel like a stranger in my own body. Nothing feels real anymore.”“I am sorry,” he said again, his voice barely audible. “I did not want to steal that moment from you. I just… did not want to overwhelm you when you were already dealing with so much. And every day I told myself that I would tell you the next day.”I pressed my palms against my eyes. “Now I feel like a fool. I should have known something was wrong. The vomiting. The smells. The fati

Excuse him? Was he losing his mind or what? Since when was I his woman? Because I could not remember such a time.“SHE. FUCKING WAS! PAST TENSE!” Marylyn screamed. The amount of pain and shame in her face was immeasurable. “How dare you get confused over something so simple, Vincent? She is your ex, your past. I am your present and your future. YOUR FOREVER! Are you losing your mind that I have to keep reminding you of this?”Keep reminding?So, that was not the first time? What? Was the moron suddenly developing feelings for me when he had forever lost me?Pthoo! Pathetic!But truth be told, I enjoyed seeing that bitch suffer. I enjoyed knowing that their betrayal of me did not yield sweet fruits. I was so happy that they were not happy.“Whatever,” Vincent spoke, clearing the air that had stood still ever since he said I was his woman. “The fact that she was mine puts her off your limit. How can you screw the woman that your son used to scratch every night for three whole years? Hav

LEYLLA’S POVThe room shifted. I was still shaking. Even as the door clicked shut behind them, I could feel their words clinging to my skin, digging into my mind like thorns. My stomach twisted again, but I stayed still. I did not want to show just how broken I felt inside.Dr. Aldrich sat beside me, his eyes full of concern. I could barely look at him. Part of me wanted to scream, and the other part just wanted to sleep until this nightmare was over.“Let me check your vitals,” he said gently.I nodded without a word.I did not object. Maybe I needed that checkup to make sure I was alright. That the baby was okay.He touched my wrist, his fingers steady and warm against my skin. I stared at the far wall as he moved around me, checking my blood pressure and listening to my heartbeat. I was used to him being a doctor, but at that moment, something felt different. Softer. More careful.He turned to the door when he was done and called Dorian. She came running in a second. “Please bring h