All Chapters of It's Too Late Now: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

•Cassie POV•The room was so quiet that I could hear the ticking sound of the clock on the wall, each second stretching longer than the last. Jerald took one more step closer to me and gently took my hand, his thumb brushing against my skin as his voice softened.“Please tell me,” he said quietly. “I need to know if there’s something else going on.”I lifted my eyes to meet his gaze, my heart pounding hard against my chest. My mind raced as I thought about Cara, about the DNA result hidden away like a ticking bomb, about the truth that could break everything apart. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out.I couldn’t tell Jerald. Not now. Not when his company was already on the edge, not when he looked so tired, so worn down. Telling him now would only make things worse for both of us. I shook my head slowly and looked away from him, blinking back the tears that burned in my eyes.“Scott…” I stammered, my voice shaking. “He’s been trying to get my attention for the past few d

•Scott POV• “So that’s your plan,” Charles said the moment I called him to tell him my plan. “Do you know what you’re about to do can ruin your ex‑wife’s happiness?” I shifted on the bed, adjusting the pillow behind my back. “Yes, I know,” I replied with a low sigh. “But I’ve thought about it well enough. I have to do it. Cara needs to know that I’m her father.” “What has gotten into you, Scott? I thought you still cared about that woman,” Charles said. “I do, okay,” I said. “But I can’t just sit here knowing my daughter is calling another man her father while she barely knows I exist.” The ache in my chest tightened, slow and deep, making my words feel heavy. “Enough with this talk. I need you to tell me where Jerald will be this morning.” “Man, I don’t think I can give you that information. The fact that you almost got beaten to death because you took that little girl from her school the last time is still the horror I’m trying to recover from. And you telling him about Car

•Cassie POV•“Tammy, everything is falling apart,” I told Tamara as I pressed the phone close to my ear.The cool afternoon breeze brushed against my face, offering a kind of comfort I would’ve welcomed if my heart wasn’t pounding like it was trying to break free from my chest.“What do you mean?” Tamara asked, her voice laced with urgency. “Did something happen?”“Scott…” I stammered, crouching on the iron bench, my elbows resting on my thighs. “He went to tell Jerald that Cara is his daughter. He even showed him the DNA result.”“What!” Tamara gasped. “Jeez, what the fuck is wrong with Scott? Does he even know the height of what he just did?”“Tammy, Scott has succeeded in ruining my happiness and my life.” My voice cracked. “You should’ve seen the look on Mrs. Angela’s face. She looked at me like I was the most horrible person on earth. How am I supposed to survive this?”Tears streamed down my cheeks no matter how hard I tried to stop them.“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, Cassie,”

•Cassie POV•I buried my face in my palm as I sat on the bed, thinking of what to do. No matter how much I tried to assure myself that everything would be alright, and that Jerald was just angry, I couldn’t ignore the truth. Things between Jerald and I could never be the same again.“Mommy, you said daddy was going to come check on me,” Cara’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.I lifted my face from my palm and looked toward the door. She stood there in her pajamas, her small hands holding the edge of the door frame.I stood up from the chair quickly, wiping my tears so she wouldn’t see them. I didn’t want her to know what was happening. With a smile on my lips, I walked over to her.“My baby,” I said softly. “Your daddy has been busy lately, and he had something important to do.” I pulled a loose strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. “But mommy is here. Let me take you to bed. I promise I’ll read your favourite bedtime story.”“But mommy,” Cara persisted, her brows pullin

•Scott POV•“Mr Williams, your company has potential, but I’m not sure I can accept your investment proposal,” Mr Wilbert said.I brushed a hand across my forehead, as if that would ease the ache pounding behind my eyes. Not today. This was not what I expected, especially after spending the whole of yesterday thinking about Cassie, replaying her friend’s words in my head and drowning in the thought that the chances of seeing my daughter were thin.“Why, Mr Wilbert, my company’s business strategy would bring double the profit if you invest in it,” I said, holding onto hope even though I already knew how slim my chances were.I heard him sigh on the other end, slow and heavy, like someone already tired of the conversation. “Mr Williams, I have no issue with your company or your proposal. But you know how things like this work. I can’t just invest in a company that has a bad review and a clear warning from a previous investor.”“Shit,” I muttered under my breath.Layla’s father’s review