A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend’s Dad のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

~Sienna~The morning sun spills into the kitchen, bright and unforgiving, but for the first time in months, the weight on my chest feels a little lighter. I move around the counter, flipping pancakes and brewing a pot of coffee while the familiar, chaotic sounds of three six-month-olds fill the house.Nova is already in the thick of it. She is obsessed. She has been up since dawn, hovering over the cribs like a protective hawk. When I try to reach in to pick up Noah, she playfully swats my hand away."I’ve got him, Sienna. You go make the coffee. I need my quality time with my siblings," she says, her eyes bright with a brand of joy I haven't seen in her for a long time.I really wish she can have her own bay real soon too. She’s going to be a great mom. I can see that already. I watch her as she expertly balances Nyomi on her hip while tickling Noah’s tummy. She looks at them with so much wonder, as if she is seeing them in a whole new, much softer light. We manage to get them chang

~Norman~Each step toward Liliana’s hotel room feels like I’m walking toward a final showdown. Behind me, the elevator doors just closed on two undercover officers. They are waiting for my signal to move in. They’re only giving me this chance because of my name and the evidence I’ve already given them.I reach the door and don’t wait. I knock three times, loud and sharp. The sound echoes down the quiet hallway.The lock clicks, and the door opens. Liliana is standing there, surrounded by the bright lights of her fancy room. She looks perfect, her silk robe is tight, and her hair is done up like she’s going to a party. When she sees it’s me, a slow, mean smile spreads across her face."Norman," she says, her voice sounding fake and sweet. "I wondered how long it would take for you to come crawling back. Have you finally realized that your little girlfriend isn't worth losing everything?"She turns and walks back into the room, sitting on the couch. She crosses her legs and leans back,

~Sienna~The house is quiet, the kind of heavy, midnight silence that usually makes my skin crawl with anxiety. But tonight, as I lie alone in my bed, the silence feels different. It’s thick with the weight of everything that happened today. I stare up at the ceiling, watching the faint shadows of the tree branches outside dance across the plaster.It feels too good to be true. That’s the thought that keeps looping in my mind, a broken record of hope and fear. Norman was here. He held the babies. He looked at me with eyes that didn't just see a distraction or a secret, but a woman he wanted to build a life with. The divorce papers are signed. Liliana is behind bars. The wall I built between my past and my present has finally crumbled, and for the first time in a year, I don’t feel like I’m running.But a part of me is terrified. I keep waiting for the alarm clock to go off, for the cold Chicago wind to wake me up in that tiny apartment where I first started this journey, alone and pre

~Sienna~The morning air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine from the neighbor’s garden. I take a final look in the mirror, smoothing down my sundress. I feel a flutter in my stomach that has nothing to do with the three dressed toddlers currently babbling at my feet. We are all dressed and ready, the triplets looking like little dolls in their matching sets.Right on time, a familiar, deep knock sounds at the door.When I open it, Norman is standing there, looking effortlessly handsome in a casual button-down and dark jeans. The moment he steps inside, the energy in the room shifts. Noah, who is usually wary of strangers, lets out a sharp, happy squeal and reaches his chubby arms upward. Even Naysa and Nyomi stop their tug-of-war over a teething ring to stare at him with wide, recognizing eyes.They are starting to get use to him. "Hey, there," Norman rumbles, his voice softening into a tone he only uses for them. He leans down, greeting each one of them by name,

~Sienna~The sound of my own voice is the only thing filling the room, and it sounds thin and desperate. "Julian! Julian, please!" I scream, my throat already raw from the dust and the crying. I struggle against the ropes, the old bed frame screeching under me like a dying animal. "Julian, come here! Let me go! Think about what you're doing!"I hear heavy, uneven footsteps outside the door. It swings open with a bang, hitting the wooden wall. Julian stands there, leaning against the frame. He looks even worse than he did last night. His shirt is stained, his hair is a mess, and the smell of cheap whiskey hits me from across the room. His eyes are glazed over, jumping from the bed to the walls, full of a flickering, dangerous fire."Shut up!" he roars, stumbling toward the bed. "Stop screaming my name like I’m some kind of servant!""Julian, please, just listen to me," I sob, my body shaking. "The babies... they are alone. They need me. Please, just take me back and we can—"The air is