All Chapters of Let Me Go Daddy, I Am Engaged To Your Son!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Iris’s POV The gate had barely swung open before my mum appeared, as if she had been waiting just behind it. I had one foot out of the car when she reached me, pulling me into a tight hug that caught me off guard. She held me at arm’s length a moment later, her hands framing my face as she looked me over properly. “My baby,” she said, her voice soft with relief. “You’re finally here.” “I’m here,” I replied, smiling. Her attention shifted almost immediately to Marcus, and her expression warmed even more. “Marcus, you’re welcome,” she said, stepping forward to greet him. “You didn’t have to bring her yourself.” “I wanted to,” he said easily. That seemed to please her, because she ushered us inside without another word, already calling out to the rest of the house. The moment we stepped into the foyer, I could hear voices layered over each other, laughter spilling from the sitting room, the faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen. It took a second for my eyes to adjust

Iris’s POV My phone buzzed on the nightstand, rattling against the wood like an angry little beetle. I fumbled for it with my eyes still closed, swiping at the screen until the buzzing stopped and a voice came through instead."Good morning, future wife,” Marcus said cheerfully. His voice was still rough with sleep, that gravelly edge he always had first thing in the morning."What time is it?" I mumbled into the pillow."Early. I couldn't sleep."I rolled onto my back and blinked at the ceiling. "So you decided I shouldn't sleep either?""Exactly. Marriage is about sharing everything."I laughed, soft and sleepy. "I don't think that's what the vows say.""I'm adding it. 'In sickness and in health, and also I will wake you up when I'm bored.'""That's very romantic.""I thought so."I stretched under the covers, my body still heavy with the kind of deep sleep I hadn't had in

Iris's POV The bridal shop was everything I had pictured and somehow nothing like it at all. I had walked into the appointment expecting the same quiet, polished atmosphere the shop usually offered with soft music and respectful silence. The kind of place where everyone whispered like they were in a library that happened to sell wedding dresses. Instead, my friends had turned it into what could only be described as organized chaos. "I need more pins," Margaret the seamstress announced, her voice barely cutting through the noise. "She keeps moving." "She keeps breathing," Amy corrected. "That's the problem. If she would just stop breathing, this would go much faster." I stood on the small raised platform in front of a wall of mirrors, wearing my wedding dress for what felt like the hundredth time. It was the same dress I had tried on with

Iris’s POV "Jealous ex?" Victor repeated the words like he was tasting them, deciding whether to spit them out. "Is that what I am to you?" I didn't answer. The parking garage hummed around us, the fluorescent lights casting long shadows across the concrete. Somewhere above, a car alarm chirped. "Get in the car, Iris." "No." He moved before I could step back. One hand caught my wrist, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to let me know he wasn't letting go. The other pressed against the small of my back, pulling me against him. I could feel the heat of his body through his shirt, the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my chest. "You blocked my number," he said, his mouth inches from my ear. "You sent me a text like I was some inconvenience you could delete and now you're standing here, in this parking garage, telling me I'm your jealous ex." His

Victor's POV I was in my study with a glass of whiskey and a stack of contracts I had no intention of reading. The house was quiet around me, the way it always was, the way I had designed it to be. Silence had been my companion for twenty years and I had made peace with it. Then Iris had walked into my life and shattered that peace into something I could no longer recognize, and now the silence felt less like comfort and more like a sentence I was serving. When her name flashed on the screen, I set down the whiskey and answered. "You never call this early." "Victor." Her voice was frayed at the edges, the kind of frayed that came from crying or screaming or both. "Something just happened. Maya knows…she knows everything." I leaned back in my chair. "She's known for months." " She has known all along, but now she's done covering up for me so she gave me an ultimatum. I have until