Fifteen Years of Craving The Wrong Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Zeta POV Dad ignores my request to leave my house like I never said a word. He doesn’t even look at me. He pulls his phone out again, scrolls, then presses it to his ear as he walks toward the window. “Come over,” he says into the phone, voice controlled, firm. “Now. Don’t tell Grandpa where you’re going if he asks. Just say you had an errand.” My jaw tightens as I wonder who he was referring to. He ends the call and turns to face me, completely unbothered. “Your mother will be here in fifteen minutes.” I push myself fully upright, the dull ache in my head flaring, but I don’t let it show. “What are you planning to achieve by inviting Mom over?” I ask flatly. “Do you honestly think she’ll change my mind?” Dad walks back to the table, calm in a way that makes my skin crawl. He picks up the torn, wine-soaked divorce papers and slides them across the glass surface toward me. The pages scrape softly, a sound that feels louder than it should. “Lyssa wouldn’t have signed these,” he

Zeta’s POV Dad clears his throat, and takes a step forward, his both hands in his pockets after Mom’s call goes to voicemail again. He steps in front of her, resting one hand on her shoulder. She shrugs it off as she takes a step away. “Listen, Franca,” he says, voice low and gentle, and tender. “Grandpa Edmund shouldn’t hear a word of this. His heart can’t take it. You know what the doctor said last month. Promise me you won’t tell him.” He says. Mom turns around, eyes blazing even through the tears. “You can’t seriously mean that, Francis. Hide this from grandfather? That’s not protecting him, that’s lying to him. And if he finds out from someone else later, because secrets always come out, it’ll break his heart twice as hard. You know how he values family. He’ll feel betrayed.” Dad doesn’t say a word. His arms fold across his chest again and then replies. “I’m trying to keep him breathing, not feeding him drama that lands him back in the ICU. This stays between us.” Dad repeat

Lyssa POVI can tell Anita feels Dad and Mom showing up at the mansion wasn’t just some casual family check-in. She places her hand on my hair, caressing it with care.“They came because they know about the papers now and now they’re tag-teaming to drag you back. I’m telling you, Lyssa, no matter what they say tomorrow, no matter how many tears or guilt trips, do not go back to him.” She warns me again, I pull my legs up under me and hug a throw pillow to my chest, not saying a word. I love my parents so much and don’t want to do anything to hurt them, they have done nothing bad to me but treat me as their own, as their flesh and blood.She tilts her head, studying me. “Lyssa, please don’t make a decision to go back. You will regret it.”“I won’t go back to Zeta.” My voice comes out steadier than I feel. But deep down, I really wish I never left, I wished my marriage worked just as I wanted.Anita nods once. “You sound sure, but I know you. You’re scared, aren’t you?”I let out a sma

Lyssa POV She continues, lost in the memories. “Your dad had been supportive through it all, you know,” Mom says, her voice dropping into that soft, nostalgic tone. “Pregnancy is an amazing experience for every lady.” She adds. She looks up to me. “Even when I was uncomfortable and miserable, throwing up at three in the morning, your dad would rub my back and tell me I was beautiful. Never once made me feel like a burden. That kind of steady love… it made every difficult day worth it. He’s such a caring man and Zeta took after him.” She says. Of course she’s right. Zeta took after him, he knows how to care for those he call love ones but his kindness stopped towards me after Isabella came so he had transferred all the care to her and not me anymore. The thoughts kept running through my head but why is mom telling me all this? I already told her I’m not pregnant. Why are you telling me your pregnancy story right now? I’ve heard it a million times. Usually right after Zeta forget

Lyssa POV Mom’s staring at me with those big, watery eyes, emotions written all over her as if her hands are tied in this situation, as if my tears are breaking her heart. I ignore those emotions and then keep going, my voice low and shaky. “I’m not ready for him to know. I can’t deal with his reaction on top of everything else.” She nods again. And then move and wipe my tears off my face and then smiles at me with her tearing eyes too as her hand comes up and cups my cheek gently again. “Okay, baby,” she says. “Okay. Your secret’s safe with me. I promise.” Relief hits me so hard. “Thank you.” I say in sob. Then she pulls me into her arms then, hugging me tight and passionately . A hug that says everything will be fine. I let myself lean in her, breathing in her familiar perfume, something soft and floral that always means home. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I say. But she says nothing as I feel her hand caressing my hair while we are still hugging. When she bre