All Chapters of Let Me Go Daddy, I Am Engaged To Your Son!: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Marcus’s POV The results had been in for three days, and I still hadn't found the right words to tell Rachel.It wasn't that I didn't want to. I did. She deserved to know everything, and I had promised myself after the disaster with Iris that I would never hide things from the people I loved. But the words kept sticking in my throat every time I tried to say them. I have twin children a boy and a girl. They're six years old and I just found out they exist.So I did what I always did when I needed to think. I took Rachel out to dinner.The restaurant was one of her favorites, a small Italian place tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. The lighting was soft and the wine was good, and by the time the entrees arrived, I had almost convinced myself that tonight was the night. I would tell her about the kids and the DNA test and Iris's promise not to keep them from me. I would reassure her that nothing had changed between us, that she was still the woman I wanted to spend my life w

Iris's POVThe visit was going perfectly until it wasn't.One moment my mother was pouring tea and my father was showing Noah the photo albums, and the next my phone buzzed with a message that made my blood run cold.Marcus: I'm here. I couldn't wait until tomorrow.I stared at the screen, my heart slamming against my ribs. He was here. At my parents' house. The man I had been married to, the man I had betrayed, the man whose children were currently sitting in the living room eating cookies and chattering about their favorite books. He was here, and he was about to walk through that door, and I had no idea how to handle it."Is something wrong?" my mother asked, her voice soft with concern."Marcus is here." The words came out flat and hollow. "He said he couldn't wait until tomorrow."The room went still. My father looked up from the photo album, his expression shifting from joy to something more guarded. The twins kept talking, oblivious to the tension that had suddenly coiled throu

Iris's POVThe drive home from my parents' house was filled with silence. The twins were asleep in the back seat, exhausted from the chaos of the day, and I was left alone with the deafening noise of my own thoughts. I replayed the scene in the living room over and over again, the way Marcus had looked at me when I told him to leave, the way Adrian had tried to twist everything into a confession of love.But the moment I couldn't shake was the look on my face when Adrian mentioned the fiancée. I had acted like I didn't know. I had acted shocked and betrayed, like the news was a blow I hadn't seen coming. And the worst part was that it wasn't entirely an act.I had met Rachel. I had stood in Marcus's house and shaken her hand and told her it was nice to meet her. She had been warm and gracious and completely undeserving of the chaos I had brought into her life. And somewhere in the storm of emotions that had followed the DNA test and the reunion with my parents and the introduction of

Iris's POVThe apartment was too quiet without the twins.They were spending the weekend with my parents, their little overnight bags packed with books and stuffed animals and the kind of excitement that only came from staying somewhere new. I had kissed them goodbye an hour ago and sent them off with promises to call before bedtime, and now I was alone with the silence and the weight of everything that had happened over the past few weeks.I should have used the time to rest. I should have slept late and eaten a proper meal and done all the things I claimed I would do if I ever had a moment to myself. But instead I sat on the couch with my laptop open and my mind racing, scrolling through articles I had already read a dozen times.The tabloids had been relentless when the story first broke six years ago. Forbidden romance author Iris Hale had an affair with her father-in-law. The scandal had torn apart a family and destroyed a marriage. And then she had died in a fire, pregnant with

Iris's POVThe silence in the room was suffocating.Noah stood in the doorway with his small hands clenched at his sides and his eyes fixed on Marcus with an expression that made my chest ache. He was too young to understand what was happening, too young to process the weight of the words that had just been spoken. But he knew something was wrong. He could feel it in the air, in the tension that crackled between the adults like a live wire."Mama?" His voice was small and uncertain. "Why is everyone so angry?"I crossed the room and knelt in front of him, forcing myself to smile. "No one's angry, sweetheart. We're just having a grown-up conversation. Go back to bed, okay? I'll come check on you in a few minutes."He looked at Marcus one more time, his brow furrowed in that serious way he had when he was working through something complicated. "Is he leaving?"The question hit me harder than I expected. I turned to look at Marcus, who was standing by the couch with his hands hanging at