Todos os capítulos de My Steprother's Secret Obsession: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

The drive stretched on in agonizing silence, even as I tried again and again to break through. I wanted to speak to her, to start explaining, to say anything at all. Every word I offered hung heavy in the air, unanswered, and I knew deep in my bones how deeply I'd hurt her. I had shattered the trust between us, and I was under no illusion that forgiveness would come quickly or easily. But I was willing to do whatever it took, to beg, to grovel, to move heaven and earth to make things right and bring her back to me.I knew I had messed up. While "cheating" might not be the technical label, Tiffany and I were never involved. Giving in to that temptation, even for a moment, felt like an unforgivable betrayal. I knew exactly how sharp the sting of being let down could be, and I understood every ounce of her anger completely.I love her more than anything. We've shared years together. Though we kept our relationship hidden from others, it was always profound an

It was a Monday afternoon, and the sterile hum of my office was punctuated by the unexpected arrival of Tiffany."Can we talk?" she asked, her voice uncharacteristically serious."I'm very busy, Tiffany. Please, if what you have to say isn't important, let's talk another day." My patience was wearing thin. While my world revolved around the agonizing pursuit of Elyssa, this woman relentlessly inserted herself, finding new ways to draw close. Between the crushing demands of the company and my desperate attempts to win Elyssa back, I hadn't found the moment to be truly honest with Tiffany. And to be frank, her persistence was now bordering on annoyance. She simply refused to grasp that I wasn't interested.Once, I'd admired her intelligence, her strategic mind, but that admiration was now overshadowed by this unwelcome development. I'd foolishly allowed myself to be caught in a compromising position with her, and the devastating consequences with Elys

The weekend arrived, and with it, a sliver of desperate hope. Dad casually mentioned while I had him on the phone that Elyssa had come home to the mansion on Friday night. My heart, which had been a tight knot of longing for weeks, surged. I raced against the dying light of Saturday; the long drive to the mansion felt endless, each mile a silent prayer.It had been almost a month since her icy silence had become my constant companion. A month since the sweet comfort of her presence had been replaced by a gnawing ache. Her old number was a dead end. Had she blocked me, changed it? I didn't know, and the not knowing was a torment. But what truly twisted the knife was the fact that she wasn't even returning to her own condo. She was hiding, undoubtedly with friends, and the thought that her mother and my father might be oblivious to her pain, to our pain, was a crushing weight.I had become a ghost haunting her university gates, a desperate shadow searching for a glimpse

 After 2 YearsElyssa's POV: On board the plane, tears prick at my eyes for reasons I cannot quite name. All I know is that I am going home. The announcement echoes through the cabin, steady and distant, informing us that the flight is about to take off.I sit there, barely hearing it, lost in the weight of everything that has led me back to this moment. Two years. It has been two years since I walked away from everything and chose Switzerland, chose to become an exchange student at Zurich University.And yet, it still feels unreal.Who would have thought that I would be the one to finally say yes to that offer? Sometimes it feels like it only happened yesterday, like I am still standing in that same moment, staring at a future I was too afraid to take.I remember it so clearly. The opportunity had been mine for so long, wait

Then one day, Lily told me something I did not expect over the phone. She said Theo had gone to see her. He asked about me, about my decision, about Zurich, about where I was. She said he was asking for my address. But I had already made it clear to my friends that no matter what he said, no matter how he asked, they were not to tell him anything about me. And I trusted them. They were just as angry at him as I was, maybe even more.They did not betray me. I do not know if he ever came to Switzerland. I do not know if he ever tried to find me beyond that. All I know is we never saw each other again. Maybe the universe was protecting me.Maybe it was forcing me to let go.But if that was its intention, it failed. Because no matter how far I ran, no matter how much I tried to rebuild myself, I never truly forgot him.During my two years in Switzerland, I buried myself in my studies.vIt became my refuge. My escape. The only thing that made sense