All Chapters of How I Catfished my Husband and his Girlfriend: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Morning light slowly filled the kitchen, washing out the tension-filled shadows from the night before.But nobody relaxed.Not really.Patrick was already printing screenshots, call logs, timestamps, and security stills in organized stacks across the table.The printer hummed constantly.Page after page after page.Sophia sat beside Pasquale now, exhaustion still written all over her face, but steadier than she’d been a few hours ago.Having her father there changed something.Grounded something.Dominic stood near the counter holding a cup of coffee he barely touched.Every few minutes his eyes drifted toward Sophia’s phone whenever it buzzed.Because Kristi still hadn’t stopped.Buzz.“You really think they’re going to believe you over me?”Patrick added another screenshot to the stack without even reacting anymore.Buzz.“You’ve all completely overreacted.”Pasquale finally spoke while reviewing the printed messages.“She keeps alternating between intimidation and victimhood.”Soph

Sophia stood immediately.“Dad.”Pasquale paused near the front door but didn’t turn around right away.The entire kitchen felt tense again instantly.Patrick rose from the table carefully.Dominic looked between them, unsure whether to step in or stay quiet.Sophia walked toward her father slowly.“You promised me.”Pasquale finally turned toward her.And for the first time since arriving—he looked tired.Not angry.Tired.“I promised you I wouldn’t do anything illegal,” he said calmly.Sophia folded her arms tightly.“That’s not the same thing.”Silence.Pasquale looked at her carefully.Then glanced toward the staircase where his grandchildren still slept upstairs.That softened something in his face immediately.“She stood outside this house,” he said quietly.“She followed my grandchildren through public places.”Another pause.“She psychologically terrorized you all night.”Sophia’s voice cracked slightly.“I know.”Pasquale stepped closer.“And you still think this is about Do

Pasquale stepped away from the kitchen table slowly, his phone already in his hand.The nonstop calls.The circling car.The messages about the children.It had pushed something in him past its limit.“Patrick,” he said quietly.Not loud.Not emotional.Somehow worse.Patrick immediately looked up.“Come outside with me.”Sophia looked between them instantly.“What’s going on?”Pasquale’s expression softened toward her immediately.“Nothing you need to worry about right now.”Sophia narrowed her eyes slightly.That answer alone told her this conversation wasn’t for her.Patrick stood slowly anyway.“I’ll be right back.”The two men stepped outside onto the front porch while Dominic stayed near Sophia inside the kitchen.Through the window, Sophia could see Pasquale standing near the driveway speaking low and serious.Patrick listened carefully without interrupting.Outside, Pasquale’s entire demeanor shifted.The softness disappeared.“I’ve had enough,” he said quietly.Patrick folded

The sedan disappeared around the corner again, but the feeling it left behind stayed in the house.Heavy.Watching.Waiting.Pasquale finally stood from the kitchen table and adjusted the cuffs of his jacket slowly.Everything about him looked controlled.Intentional.Sophia watched him carefully from across the room.The longer he stayed calm—the more nervous she became.Her phone buzzed again.“He still belongs in my life.”Dominic closed his eyes briefly in frustration.“She talks like people are property.”Pasquale looked toward the phone calmly.“That’s because to her, access became ownership.”Patrick nodded quietly.“And now she’s reacting like ownership is being taken away.”Sophia slowly sat down at the kitchen table, exhausted again.“Dad… what if she gets worse after today?”Pasquale walked over and placed both hands lightly on the back of her chair.Then answered honestly.“She probably will.”The honesty hit hard.Dominic frowned immediately.“That’s supposed to make us

The kitchen felt colder after that.Not physically.Emotionally.Sophia stood near the table staring at her father like she barely recognized him right now.Not because he was angry.Because he wasn’t.Pasquale was calm.And calm meant finalized.Dominic sat heavily in one of the chairs, rubbing both hands over his face again.“This feels wrong,” he muttered quietly.Patrick stayed near the counter, thinking through angles, risks, outcomes.Outside, Kristi’s sedan rolled slowly down the block again before disappearing around the corner.Still circling.Still convinced she was controlling the pressure.Pasquale finally broke the silence.“She’s already dangerous.”Sophia looked at him immediately.“So your solution is to provoke her?”“No,” Pasquale replied calmly.“My solution is to stop allowing her to operate in shadows.”Another buzz hit Sophia’s phone.“I know he wants to talk to me.”Pasquale looked toward the message.Then toward Dominic.“She’s emotionally committed to a fantas