All Chapters of Let Me Go Daddy, I Am Engaged To Your Son!: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Marcus’s POV I didn't go to him. I couldn't. The man kneeling in the grass was the same man who had drugged me on my honeymoon and stolen my wife and held her prisoner in this house for weeks. He was the reason Iris was in danger. He was the reason my child might never take its first breath. Whatever grief he was feeling now, whatever remorse was tearing him apart, it was nothing compared to what he had done.But standing there in the shadow of the burning house, watching my father weep like a child, I felt something crack open inside me that I had been trying to keep sealed for months.The firefighters arrived shortly after, their sirens wailing in the distance before their trucks rumbled through the gates and their boots pounded across the lawn. They worked through the night while I stood at the edge of the property with my arms crossed over my chest and my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached. The hours blurred together into a haze of smoke and water and the distant crackle of rad

Six years laterElena's POVThe city looked different from the air, but then again, everything looked different when you were seeing it for the first time. I pressed my forehead against the airplane window and watched the skyline rise up to meet us, a glittering sprawl of glass and steel that stretched all the way to the horizon. Somewhere down there was the apartment I had rented sight unseen, the school where my children would start classes next week, and the company that had hired me for a consulting job I was overqualified for but desperately wanted.I had never been to this city before. At least, I didn't think I had. The doctors said my memory loss was likely permanent, the result of a traumatic brain injury I had sustained six years ago in an accident I couldn't remember. The details of my life before that accident were gone, wiped clean like a chalkboard after a storm. I had woken up in a hospital bed with no memory of who I was or where I came from or how I had gotten there.

Elena's POVThe morning started with chaos, which was how every morning started in my household, and I had long since stopped pretending otherwise. Ava couldn't find her left shoe, Noah was explaining the aerodynamics of paper airplanes to the toaster, and I was trying to pack three lunches with one hand while checking my email with the other. The apartment smelled like coffee and toast and the faint, lingering scent of the lavender hand soap the twins insisted on using because it made their hands "smell like a garden.""Mama, have you seen my shoe?" Ava's voice floated down the hallway, tinged with the particular desperation of a six-year-old who believed the world would end if she couldn't find her favorite footwear."It's under the couch, where it always is." I slid a sandwich into a lunchbox and snapped the lid shut. "Noah, stop explaining physics to the appliances and come eat your breakfast."Noah appeared in the kitchen doorway with an expression of deep intellectual disappoint

Elena's POVThe photographs on my laptop screen had burned themselves into the back of my eyelids, and sleep had become a thing that happened to other people. I had been lying in bed for hours with the covers pulled up to my chin and the laptop glowing on the nightstand, the articles still open to the pages I had read and reread until the words blurred together. Iris Hale. The forbidden romance author who had an affair with her father-in-law. The woman who had been married to Marcus Hale and pregnant with his child when she disappeared. The woman whose face looked exactly like mine.I couldn't stop thinking about her parents. Somewhere in this city, a couple had buried their daughter six years ago. They had stood over an empty coffin and wept for a child they believed was gone forever. They had aged and grieved and carried the weight of their loss while I lived in another city under a different name, raising twins and building a career and never once wondering if there were people out

Iris’s POV The DNA results came back the next morning.Marcus called while I was packing the twins' school lunches, his voice careful and controlled, the way it had been since I showed up at his doorstep asking for the truth. "They're mine," he said. "Ava and Noah are my children."I leaned against the kitchen counter and closed my eyes, letting the words settle over me. I had suspected as much from the moment I saw the dates in the tabloid articles, from the way the timeline matched the pregnancy I couldn't remember. But hearing it confirmed was something else entirely. My children had a father. A real father who had been grieving them for six years without knowing they existed."Are you still there?" Marcus asked."I'm here." I opened my eyes and stared at the lunchboxes on the counter. "I need time to get them ready. They're six years old, Marcus. They've never had a father figure except Adrian, and they're still adjusting to the move. I can't just spring this on them.""How much