All Chapters of A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend’s Dad : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~Sienna~Scalding hot fire seeps through my bloodstream. My body shakes with terror. My ear stings, a sharp pinch dipping in.I feel so far away. I feel like I’m a hundred miles away from here. The doctor’s lips are moving, but I can’t hear a word.Everything slurs. I’m watching things explode before my eyes the way I watch a movie, and I can’t do anything about it. I’m trying to grab onto something, anything, just to steady myself from this moving ferris wheel.Elias’s face gets in my face. His lips move, but I can’t hear him.My brows pull together, but it feels strangely tight. My head pounds with a constant heavy ache. Prickling pains sting my veins.“Sienna.”Elias’s voice slurs in my ear. I want to ask him why he sounds like that, but I can’t move my mouth.It feels immobile. My tongue weighs like a rock, like it isn’t mine.Then, just like it came, it slowly drains away. Soft cool air fans my head, blowing away the hotness, and I can breathe again.“What did you say?” I gasp qu

~Sienna~“What did you just say?” I hiss lowly.My gaze flicks around the spacious sitting area. Wide and empty, with the windows open and bare of any curtains. The musky, thick smell of wet paint and leather dilutes the air, wrapping around my lungs.I turn to Elias and my mom again. I narrow my eyes and snatch the document from Elias’s hands.My name is right there, boldly written as the owner of the apartment when I didn’t even pay for it. I should have suspected it when he insisted on me choosing an apartment in the company’s brand.My heart squeezes against my ribs. I can’t breathe as I read through the legal ownership papers. My vision blurs as tears drop onto the paper before I can even stop them.I sniff and wipe my eyes and glance up. My hands tremble, the documents fluttering as I stretch them toward him.“This is too… too much.” I manage, breathing through my words. “I can’t take it. Hundreds of thousands. God, how could I…”His hands clamp around my hand. Warm and large. W

~Sienna~I gasp.My eyes go wide and my lips part as I stare at the figure before me, walking toward my bed.Norman.He looks just as handsome and strong as I’ve known him to be. It’s like those months apart didn’t happen.Like it hasn’t been that long since I last saw him.His three-piece suit hugs his lean, muscular frame. He even looks taller. Or maybe it’s because I’m lying down on the bed.His eyes are heated, dark, and focused on me. And he moves closer.What is he doing here? How did he know my hometown, and where’s my mom?I didn’t call him last night. I didn’t. I typed his number and erased it. Or did I unknowingly press the call button? I didn’t. I’m sure I erased the number.Then what is he doing here? How did he get here?I shift and press my palm into the mattress to sit up, but he grabs my legs and climbs into bed.I stiffen. My breath becomes shallow, and my hands squeeze the bedsheets tightly.He kneels between my legs and pushes my thighs apart. The short nightdress I

~Sienna~I sigh softly and nuzzle deeply into the softness. It’s warm and embracing. I just want to stay here like this.But a sudden distant cry rings in my ears and I frown. I squeeze my eyes tighter, but the sound gets louder. I can’t block it out no matter how much I try.Where am I? Why is there a baby here?A baby?My babies. I move my hands, wanting to feel my bump, to know how my babies are doing, but my hands feel heavy.I try to move them, so bare, but I only feel my fingers twitch. Then slowly, like a rewind tape, everything comes back into my mind.The pain, the fear, the cries, the tiredness, the voices. My eyes blink open, then close back from the light.The crying has disappeared. It’s like it was only in my mind earlier.My hands move to my stomach, and the big bump is gone, but it’s still a little bigger than my usual size.Everywhere is quiet, but I can hear the sound of movement and hushed voices.I open my eyes again, groaning at the harshness of the light.“Sienna

~Sienna~My butt hits the bed the moment I glimpse the first sentence in the letter. My hands tremble as they clutch the gold, shimmering paper, the edges crinkling beneath my grip.A wedding.A motherfucking wedding, and she wants me to be her maid of honor.Fuck.I didn’t see that coming. Not even a little.I had looked forward to this day. We joked about it, even about having our weddings on the same day, but after all that happened, I didn’t expect her to reach out to me for the occasion.I mean, it’s a big day for her, and she wants to have the friend who betrayed her with her. Even though it wasn’t intentional, I still betrayed our friendship.What has she been up to? What made her decide to reach out?I had thought she would never consider our friendship again. That she had chosen to forget us.So she had actually thought of me. Thought about me all this while. She still remembers me. Still values what we had, what we were. Our relationship wasn’t erased, wasn’t buried as deep