All Chapters of How I Catfished my Husband and his Girlfriend: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Headlights cut through the dark road like knives.The truck rolled slowly along the quiet Georgia street, gravel crunching under the tires. The driver killed the headlights before the vehicle even reached the end of the road.John sat behind the wheel, staring through the windshield.There it was.The house.Hidden behind trees. Long driveway. Security gate.He leaned back in the seat and smiled to himself.“So this is where you ran to,” he muttered.Marcus sat beside him in the passenger seat, smoking calmly with the window cracked.“You sure about this?” Marcus asked.John didn’t take his eyes off the property.“She’s here.”Marcus flicked ash out the window.“That’s not what I asked.”John finally turned his head.“You worried?”Marcus shrugged.“Just realistic.”John laughed quietly.“She needs to talk to me.”Marcus gave him a sideways look.“You drove across three states because you think she owes you a conversation?”John’s voice turned colder.“She humiliated me.”Marcus smirk

Months passed, and the initial whirlwind of eloping settled into a rhythm for Sophia and Dominic. Their love, tested and tempered by threats, distance, and chaos, had only deepened. Every day together felt more solid, more real.Then the calls started.Her father’s voice came through the line, firm and commanding, but with an undertone of something Sophia rarely heard—pride.“Sophia,” he said, “your mother and I have started planning your wedding. The one you eloped from, yes, but the one the family expects. You will honor tradition.”Sophia laughed softly, a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “Dad… we’re already married. We don’t need another ceremony.”“You&rsqu

Sophia’s eyes never left John as he approached the front of the house, unaware of the eyes tracking him from every corner. Her pulse thrummed with a mix of adrenaline and clarity. This wasn’t fear. This was control. And for the first time in a long while, she felt completely untouchable.

Sophia sat on the edge of the bed, her hands resting over the small swell of her stomach. The excitement of the news, mingled with the approaching wedding and Dominic’s graduation, weighed heavily on her. She knew she couldn’t keep it from her father—not because she feared his reaction, but because she never hid anything from him. Honesty was their bond, even if it sometimes came with consequences.Dominic sat beside her, his hand brushing hers. “Have you thought about how we’ll tell your parents?” he asked softly.Sophia nodded slowly. “I have. And I know how my dad is… he’ll want to announce it, tell everyone, make it official in his way. I don’t mind sharing, but I want him to hear it from me first. Not from the wedding planners, not from anyone else.”Dominic smiled, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. “I trust you. How do you want to do it?”“I’ll call him tonight,” Sophia decided. “Just him. I’ll tell him I’m pregnant and that the wedding is happening, but I want him to know t

The weeks leading up to the wedding moved faster than Sophia ever imagined.Her parents had taken over every detail.The wedding was no longer just a wedding — it was an event.The venue chosen was the family estate outside of Cleveland. Acres of perfectly manicured land, white tents, thousands of white roses, crystal chandeliers hanging from temporary ceilings, and a guest list that seemed to grow every day.Sophia stood in the middle of the ballroom while designers, planners, florists, and security walked around discussing final plans.Patrick leaned against the wall watching the chaos unfold.Angelo walked up beside him and shook his head.“Remind me again why we agreed to this?”Patrick smirked.“We didn’t. Her father did.”Across the room, Sophia’s mother was directing florists.“No. No. No. The roses need to be ivory, not white. There is a difference!”Sophia laughed quietly.Dominic walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.“You okay, princess?” he asked softl