บททั้งหมดของ Sweetest Revenge : falling for my ex's father : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 16

Chapter 11 — The Fashion Launch(Zara POV)When I got back to Jane’s apartment that evening, the place felt emptier than usual. I dropped my bag by the couch and stood there for a moment, letting the weight of the day settle.Dominic’s offer refused to leave my head. Three times my old salary. A real styling coordinator role. A way out of the bar, out of scraping by, out of feeling like I was always one bad shift away from breaking.But every time I pictured myself saying yes, my mind snagged on the same dangerous thought: him. The man whose voice still made my thighs press together. The man whose hands I could still feel on my skin if I let the memory surface.I sat down slowly, pulling my knees to my chest. My body betrayed me even now, a low, unwelcome warmth blooming between my legs as I remembered the way he’d brushed that strand of hair from my face on campus. How close he’d stood. How my panties had grown slick just from the s

Chapter 13 — Jane Forces the Call(Zara POV)Jane was already awake when I came out of the bathroom, sitting on the couch with a mug of tea balanced in both hands like she had been waiting there for a while. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she didn’t even bother to pretend she wasn’t watching me.I slowed down near the kitchen counter, already knowing what this look meant. Jane had a way of sitting very still when she was trying not to explode with questions. It usually meant I had about thirty seconds before she stopped pretending.I dropped my bag near the chair and leaned against the counter.“You’re going to ask,” I said.“I am,” she replied immediately. “But I’m giving you the chance to speak first so you don’t later say I attacked you emotionally.”I let out a small breath through my nose, not quite a laugh, not quite anything else.“Nothing happened,” I said.Jane tilted her head slightl

Chapter 15: The Long Way Home(Zara POV)At some point I stopped pretending it was a coincidence.Dominic no longer just appeared “in the area.” He showed up like it had become part of his routine always at the same time, always after I closed, always parked a little too close to the entrance, as if he already knew I would walk toward the car.He never explained it. I stopped asking, because every time I almost did, I already knew what the answer would sound like.And I was not sure I wanted to hear it.That night I spotted the car before I even reached the gate.Same place.Same quiet waiting.I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and walked toward it anyway.The passenger door was already unlocked.I got in.The car smelled faintly like him now, something clean and expensive mixed with the night air coming through the slightly cracked windows. It should not have felt familiar, b