All Chapters of Let Me Go Daddy, I Am Engaged To Your Son!: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Marcus's POVOn the drive home, my hands were steady on the wheel, but my mind was anything but. The confession I had just made played on a loop in my head, the words echoing like a verdict I couldn't escape.I let him take you. I let him fake your death and hide you away for six years.I had done the best I could at that moment considering we just got divorced. Instead of calmly explaining, I let Adrian force my hand. Now, I had blurted out the words like a guilty man desperate for absolution.The apartment was dark when I got home. Rachel was already gone, her things moved out earlier that day while I was at work. I stood in the empty living room and tried to remember what it had felt like when this place was full of her warmth and her laughter. The silence pressed in around me, heavy and absolute.My phone buzzed with a message from Briggs.I've been digging into Adrian Cross's recent activity. There's something you need to see. Call me when you can.I dialed his number immediately

Marcus's POVRachel's apartment was on the third floor of a quiet building on the east side of the city. I had been there once before, back when we first started dating and she was still living alone. She had made me dinner and we had stayed up talking until three in the morning, and I had driven home with the feeling that something good was happening in my life. Something I didn't deserve.I parked on the street and sat there for a long moment with my hands on the wheel. I had spent the past few hours in a psychiatric hospital listening to my father confess to things I could barely process. The pheremones. The manipulation. The decades of lies. And underneath all of it, the truth about Adrian Cross and the war he had been waging against our family for years.But none of that mattered right now. What mattered was the woman waiting for me upstairs, the woman I had pushed to the edge of her patience with my hesitations and my unresolved feelings. I had let her walk out of my apartment w

Iris's POVI was reviewing a financial report on my laptop, and watching over the twins occupied with a puzzle at the kitchen table when my phone rang.Marcus's name flashed on my screen, and I answered on the second ring, keeping my voice professional."Marcus. Is everything alright?""Everything's fine." He paused, and I heard him exhale slowly. "I wanted to ask you something about the kids."I closed my laptop and leaned back in my chair. "What about them?""I want them to meet Rachel. My fiancée." Another pause. "But I wanted to ask your permission first. I know this is complicated, and I don't want to overstep."The words landed somewhere in my chest, heavy and uncomfortable. Rachel, the woman I had met briefly, the one who had looked at me with such careful politeness. She was going to be part of my children's lives. She was going to sit at the same table with them and laugh at their jokes and become someone they knew."I appreciate you asking," I said, keeping my voice steady.

Iris's POV Six months had passed since the day I walked into the mall as Elena Hart and walked out as Iris Hale. The transition hadn't been easy. There were days when I felt like I was living in two worlds at once, one foot in the present and the other stuck in a past I couldn't access. But slowly, piece by piece, I was finding my footing. The women who had once been my closest friends were becoming my closest friends again, even if I didn't remember the history that had made us that way. They told me stories about college and weddings and late nights that I couldn't recall, and I listened and laughed and tried to stitch together a life from the fragments they offered. Maya, in particular, had refused to let me retreat into the safety of my apartment. She showed up at least once a week with coffee and gossip and a determination to make me remember. She told me about our friendship, about the years we had spent growing up together, about the secrets we had shared and the dreams we

Iris’s POVThe restaurant was too loud and too bright, and I regretted agreeing to this the moment we sat down.Victor chose a family-friendly place with paper tablecloths and crayons and a menu full of things that came with fries. It was thoughtful, I gave him that. He had clearly put effort into making the evening comfortable for the children.But the children were not the problem.Ava grabbed a blue crayon and started drawing a butterfly with enormous wings. Noah studied the menu like it was a complicated math problem, his small brow furrowed in concentration. Victor watched them both with an expression I could not quite read."Pasta with butter," Noah announced. "That is the most logical choice. It is difficult to ruin."Victor laughed, a warm sound that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "You sound like someone who has been burned before.""Once. At a restaurant with a clown on the wall. The pasta was too oily. I do not trust clowns anymore.""Wise decision. Clowns are suspicious.