Semua Bab STUCK WITH MY DAD’S BEST-FRIEND:Revenge On MyCheating Hu: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Vionne’s Pov. I stood at the edge of our bedroom, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as I watched him. My heart was pounding, but not the way it used to when I looked at him. Not with love or warmth or hope. This pounding felt heavy. Cold. Like every beat was trying to push the pain out of me. Harrison Worthington. The man I once thought was my forever. The same man who was now zipping up his suitcase like he couldn’t wait to leave. My husband. My soon-to-be ex-husband. I didn’t even feel like I was standing in my own body. I was watching this scene unfold like it was a movie, like someone else’s life was falling apart. But the ache in my chest reminded me this was mine. Every second of it. He didn’t say a word as he folded his clothes neatly into the suitcase, each motion calm and calculated. There wasn’t a single sign of regret or hesitation. Just cold, sharp silence. The air between us felt suffocating. "I loved you with everything I had," I said, my voice thick a

Vionne 's Pov. After signing those papers. I thought there would be some kind of relief, some kind of freedom in finally letting go of Harrison. But instead, I felt nothing. Just this numb weight sitting on my chest, pressing into my lungs, making it hard to breathe. It was past eight when I finally picked up my phone. Maddie’s name sat at the top of my recent calls. I pressed dial. She picked up immediately. “Vionne ?” The moment I heard her voice, the dam inside me broke again. “He left,” I said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “He really left.” “Oh, honey…” I could hear her shift, maybe sitting up or grabbing her keys. “Tell me everything.” So I did. Everything from the moment Harrison dropped the envelope on the bed, to the photo, to the park, to signing the divorce papers. I tried to stay calm, to sound strong. But Maddie heard the cracks in my voice. And she didn’t sugarcoat her response. “Your stepsister is a snake,” she said bluntly. “And Harris

Vionne 's Pov. One month. That’s how long it had been since Harrison walked out and I signed those divorce papers. A whole month of trying to breathe normally again. I tried to pick myself up every morning and act like I was okay. I told myself I didn’t need him. I told myself he wasn’t worth my tears. I even had a wild night with a stranger. I didn’t remember his name again, I didn’t care. I just wanted to forget. I wanted someone else’s hands on my body, someone else’s lips against my skin. I thought maybe, just maybe, it would erase the memory of Harrison’s touch. It helped for a moment. And I didn’t think things could get worse. It was a rainy Tuesday. The kind of day that already made your bones feel heavy. I was curled up on the couch, knees tucked to my chest, sipping lukewarm tea. The kind that had lost all warmth, like everything else in my life. I was trying to focus on a book, but I had read the same sentence seven times and still had no idea what it said. That’s w

Vionne’s POV.“Holy crap! What?” I exclaimed, pupils blown wide, hands flying to my gaping mouth.A dress from Louis Vuitton.This particular dress—I had recently seen it on their page and saved it because I loved it. It was worth fifty thousand dollars.Pink. Silk. Soft. Adorned with beads, and a beautiful slit.Something paused inside me.This can never be a coincidence. Something was actually wrong. Someone was stalking me?Even if someone was really stalking me, how the hell did the person know about a dress I saved in my phone just two days ago?I haven’t even left my small house.Thinking of this, fear gripped my throat. I shifted slightly on the bed, still holding the gown, in complete awe.Maddie sent this… something screamed in my head. I was definitely going to agree with that voice, but a loud hiss slipped out.It can never be her.Harrison did.Thinking of him, I found myself bringing the dress close to my nose, sniffling it, wanting to get a smell that screams, FAKE.Inst

~~VIONNE.~~ The drive to God knows where was taking an eternity. I’d been so restless, like something was pinching my buttocks. Maybe it was the man at my back, probably sipping his expensive wine that cost more than my old car while watching me suffocate. A few minutes into this journey that felt like days, I found myself breathing like oxygen was paid for, fingers twitching nervously. I tried looking outside the window: cars, pedestrians, anything to pretend I wasn’t melting under the gaze of this calm, dangerously sexy Daddy. Pretending I didn’t care. Pretending I was comfortable. If only he couldn’t see how restless I was. His silence made everything worse. “You care for some wine?” His voice boomed from the back seat, low and smooth, the kind of voice that made my thighs tighten involuntarily I shifted slightly from where I sat, unsure what to say. Part of me wanted to taste the wine, while a little part wanted to act stubborn, maybe he might be so lovely and pet me into drin