All Chapters of The Masked Stripper is my Wife. : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Loretta“Dad.”The word came out as a whisper, barely leaving my lips. I froze, my mind struggling to make sense of what I was seeing. What is he doing here? How did he even know I was here? Has he been stalking me or is this just a wild coincidence? My thoughts were a chaotic mess.“I actually came here for you,” he said quietly, as if reading my mind.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My father, standing right in front of me after all these years, it didn’t feel real.He looked nothing like the man I remembered. Life had carved deep lines into his face, his eyes were hollow, lifeless. His frame, thinner now, I remembered he used to be so tall and chunky. I didn’t know what to feel, anger, shock, sadness, all of it tangled inside me until tears started spilling uncontrollably down my cheeks.“Don’t cry, honey. I’m really sorry.” His voice cracked as he spoke, though he didn’t move toward me.That broke me. I ran straight into his arms and wrapped mine around him. All the anger, the

Loretta I wrapped the blanket tighter around my shoulders, my laptop warm on my lap as I scrolled through listings for apartments in Ithaca. The town looked calm and beautiful, with pictures of clear lakes, quiet streets, and small cozy houses. It seemed like a peaceful place to start over, and right now, that was exactly what I needed. Dad’s back, till now, that thought made my chest tighten in disbelief. It still didn’t feel real, after everything, after all the years of wondering, of thinking I’d never see him again, he was suddenly here, in my life.He called me this morning just to ask how I was doing and I promised to visit soon, to see where he lived.Tonia appeared from the kitchen holding two mugs of tea, She caught me smiling to myself and arched a brow.“You look like someone who hasn’t stopped replaying yesterday in her head,” she teased, passing me one of the mugs.I accepted it, the warmth seeping into my palms. “You know me too well,” I said, a small smile tugging at

Loretta🎵 “Boys only want love if it’s torture…”“Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn ya.”“Boys only want love if it’s torture…”“Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn ya.”“So it’s gonna be forever, or it’s gonna go down in flames.”Tonia and I screamed the line at the top of our lungs, windows down, wind slapping our faces as Blank Space by Taylor Swift blasted through her car speakers. The bass thumped against the doors, my hair flying wild. We didn’t care who stared, we were women on a mission, unbothered and free.We were driving back from Ithaca after checking out the apartment I had finally decided to settle for. The place wasn’t perfect, but it felt like a very good fresh start for me and my baby, away from everything that had gone wrong. Tonia drummed her fingers against the steering wheel, singing off key and laughing between verses, while I mouthed the lyrics with mock drama, clutching my chest like a tragic heroine.I submitted my resignation letter days ago, and I hav

AsherI came back downstairs and met Sarah in the living room. I thought she had left already.“Why are you still here?”Sarah stood up and walked toward me. “To see you. I didn’t know you would have company, isn’t it too soon for someone whose heart just got broken to start sleeping around?” I ignored her and went straight into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water, twisted the cap open, and took a long sip before heading back to the living room.“Sarah, what do you want?” I asked flatly. “You can see I am not in the mood this morning, definitely not in the mood to argue. So, say what you came for and leave in peace.”Her lips curved into that smug little smile I have grown to hate. “Well, I’m surprised you have started sleeping around again.” She repeated like I didn’t hear her the first time. I didn’t respond, i just stared at the TV, refusing to take the bait.When she realized I wasn’t playing her game, she shifted tactics. “The DNA results are out,” she said finally. “The

AsherI heard commotion downstairs, but I didn’t even flinch. That’s been my life for months now, chaos every damn day. I could come home at any hour, and there would always be something erupting.Most nights, I stayed in my penthouse anyway. I was back to my old ways, either with a stripper, an escort, a model, or whoever I felt like fucking for the night. Grandma thought shoving Edith down my throat as my wife or coming down to New York would somehow fix me. Instead, it only made me worse.Every night, I would walk through the door with a different woman on my arm, past the shouting downstairs, straight to my room to take care of my “business.” I hate that she has to watch me spiral down the same path my father did, and there’s nothing she can do to stop it. I wish I could help myself too, but I’d rather fuck around than be with those two desperadoes downstairs. The truth is, the only person who could save me is out of reach. She has moved on with someone else.Grandma still think