บททั้งหมดของ My Father's Best Friend, My Obsession: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

~Elena~Morning light had a way of sneaking into the room before I was ready for it, soft against the curtains, spilling across the bed until it touched my face. I woke slowly, not because I wanted to, but because the warmth beside me shifted slightly and pulled me out of sleep in the gentlest way possible.Richard was still asleep.His arm was draped around my waist like he had been holding onto me even in dreams, his breathing steady, his face relaxed in a way the world rarely got to see. I stayed still for a moment longer, just watching him, letting my fingers hover before I finally let myself smile.The bulge of my stomach was more noticeable now when I turned slightly, a quiet reminder that things had changed in ways I still wasn’t fully used to. My hand moved instinctively to it, resting there for a moment as if I needed to confirm it was real.I leaned in slowly and kissed him.It was light, almost hesitant, but enough to make him stir faintly. His hand tightened around me for

~Elena~I sat on the couch long before he returned, the mug in my hands growing colder with every passing minute, though I hadn’t taken a single sip from it. My fingers wrapped around it anyway, like I needed something to hold onto, something steady in a moment where nothing inside me felt stable anymore.The house was quiet, but it wasn’t peaceful. It felt like something was ending.I had rehearsed the words in my head over and over again, trying to find a way to say them that wouldn’t sound as final as they truly were, but every version led to the same place. There was no soft way to break something that had already been stretched this thin.The door opened and I didn’t look immediately.I heard his footsteps first, familiar, and then I felt his presence before I finally lifted my head. He stood there for a second, taking me in, and I knew instantly that he could see it.He could see that this wasn’t going to be a normal conversation.“We need to talk,” I said. The words came out st

~Elena~By the time I stepped out of the car, I already knew this moment would decide more than just my book. It would decide whether I was still going to let other people tell my story for me.I stood for a second outside the glass building, my hand resting lightly against the strap of my bag, my eyes lifting to the company name printed boldly above the entrance. I had spent days researching them, reading everything I could find, going through interviews, past publications, controversies, successes, failures. If I was going to do this, then I was going to do it properly.No more trusting blindly. No more handing over pieces of myself and hoping people would treat them carefully.I pushed the door open and walked in. The receptionist looked up almost immediately, offering a polite smile. “Good morning. How can I help you?”“I have a meeting,” I said, walking up to the desk. “Elena Hale.”Her fingers moved quickly across the keyboard before she nodded. “Yes, they’re expecting you. Thir

~Richard~By the time I walked into the boardroom, I already knew the numbers.I had gone through them twice that morning, once in silence and once again with Martin on the phone, and neither time had made them look any better than they were. The drop had slowed, but it hadn’t reversed. The damage had been done, and now everything depended on whether we could stop it from getting worse.The room was already filled when I stepped in.They all looked up, this time not with the same hostility as before, but not with confidence either.I took my seat at the head of the table without rushing, placing the file in front of me as the screen at the far end displayed the current projections.No one spoke immediately. That was new.Before, they would have started the moment I walked in, pushing, questioning, demanding answers. Now, they were waiting, watching, trying to decide what this meeting was going to be.One of the senior investors finally leaned forward. “We’ve been reviewing the last fo

~Julian~I didn’t go looking for it. That was the first thing I told myself when her name showed up again.I was lying on the couch, my phone resting on my chest, the television running in the background without sound. There was no plan sitting in my head, no next move waiting to be executed, no anger pushing me forward like it had been doing for weeks.Then my phone buzzed.I glanced at it lazily, expecting nothing important, but the moment I saw her name trending again, something in me tightened before I could stop it.“Elena Hale.”I stared at the notification for a second longer than I should have, my thumb hovering over it before I exhaled and tapped it open.“If this is another stunt…” I muttered under my breath.The page loaded quickly. It wasn’t a video. It wasn’t a scandal.It wasn’t even a headline trying to tear her apart.It was her book… live. I frowned slightly, sitting up as I scrolled through the page, my eyes moving faster now, trying to understand what exactly I was