All Chapters of Craving My Stepson: Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

It had been a month. A month and a few days, to be exact. I counted because pretending not to was impossible. Summer break was bleeding out slowly with just three weeks left. The days had become a routine of quiet mornings, long afternoons, evenings spent pretending I didn’t hear Ace’s footsteps in the halls or feel his presence like a ghost hovering just out of reach. I had perfected the silent treatment..., and with Scott out on a business trip, it was extra hard staying silent, because I didn’t really have anyone else. That evening, I returned from the salon later than usual. The sun was already dipping low, staining the sky in bruised shades of orange and purple. My hair smelled like citrus and heat, freshly washed, freshly trimmed, freshly styled with soft blonde waves falling down my back. I stepped out of the car, thanked the driver, and walked toward the front door with my bag slung over my shoulder. The moment I pushed the door open, I felt it. Him. Ace was seated in

I didn’t wait to see what my mother would do next, and that was why I turned and hurried down the hallway with my chest tight, my head pounding, and anger buzzing under my skin like electricity. All I wanted to do was hide myself in my room. I slammed the bedroom door behind me, only then did I let out the breath I’d been holding. My hands were shaking. I dragged them through my hair, pacing the room once, twice, before heading into the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, staring at my reflection like it might speak back to me and give me answers. Answers like you should’ve known better, I told myself. You should’ve known she’d come back. I brushed my teeth mechanically, washed my face, and changed into something comfortable. I didn’t even care what I wore. All I wanted was sleep, anything that would silence my thoughts. I jumped on the bed, then I curled onto my side, pulled the covers up, and closed my eyes. That was when my phone rang. I groaned and reached for it bl

A few hours later... Scott returned. I hadn’t told anyone he was coming back. I didn’t tell Ace, or Mary, or any of the other staffs in the house, not after what I’d heard that morning, after the way their voices had curled around my name like something rotten, I hadn’t felt generous enough to offer them preparation. Let them be caught exactly as they were. I stood near the foyer when the front door opened. The staff were scattered. Some in the back halls, some near the kitchen, some lazily moving about as if the day were ordinary. But it wasn’t. Scott stepped inside, travel-worn but unmistakably imposing, his presence filling the space instantly. His gaze swept the room, sharp and assessing, and I watched disappointment flicker across his face when he realized no one had rushed forward to greet him. There was no orderly welcome. No, nothing at all. Just silence. I walked toward him anyway. “Welcome home,” I said. I said those words only out of respect and respect alone. Sco

“Vasectomy?” I whispered to myself. But I wasn’t the only one who kept repeating that word over and over and over again. My mum, Ace, Mary, and some of the other staffs in the room kept saying it. “What do you mean,” I asked, my voice cutting through the soft murmurs of everyone, “you had a vasectomy?” Scott turned to me slowly, his expression calm. “Yes, Sabrina. Exactly what it means, dear.” “When?” I pressed. “How long ago?” Ace leaned forward in his chair, eyes fixed on his father. Even the staff along the walls seemed to be interested in the answers to the question I had asked. Scott inhaled, then said quietly, “It’s something I did long ago. After my wife died.” The room shifted. “After Elsie passed away, giving birth to Ace,” he continued, his voice calm but unmistakably heavy. “I had it done not long after the funeral.” My heart clenched. “I loved her,” he said simply. “I still do. And I knew without any doubt that I never wanted another woman to carry my child. Not

“Tell me son,” Scott sighed, finally relaxing his shoulders and returning back to the chair. “This relationship between you two... has it been consummated?” “Consummated?” Ace repeated. “What—what does that even mean?” Scott exhaled softly. “I mean... have you guys had sex?” “Oh, my goodness,” Ace rolled his eyes. “Then just say that then—” “Ace,’ Scott snapped, interrupting Ace mid-sentence. But then he sighed again and shook his head. “Yes, you’re right. I should have said that.” Watching Scott and Ace go back and forth while I stayed frozen in my seat was nothing less exhausting. They had bonded before but my decision to reveal my secret affair with his son had reopened an old wound. But I couldn’t stay silent for long. “Well, actually,” I said quietly. The two of them went quiet as their heads turned to me in a timely order. “Yes, Sabrina?” Scott muttered. “We’ve had sex,” I answered. “Not once, not twice.” Ace jumped in. “You remember the dream you told Sabrina... the