Alle Kapitel von Sweetest Revenge : falling for my ex's father : Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

Chapter 22 : She Tells Him (Zara POV) By the time I get back to Jane’s apartment, I already know I am not going to be able to sit on this. I try anyway. I drop my bag by the door, take off my shoes, and walk into the living room like nothing has shifted. Jane is on the couch with her laptop, but the second she looks up at me, she closes it halfway. That look. She knows. “What happened?” she asks. “Nothing,” I say automatically, and even I can hear how unconvincing it sounds. Jane doesn’t argue. She just leans back and watches me for a few seconds, then gestures toward the chair opposite her. “Sit.” I don’t move. “Zara.” I exhale and sit. For a moment I consider editing it. Leaving parts out. Saying just enough to satisfy her without opening the whole thing up. But the truth is already sitting in my chest, heavy and loud, and I don’t have the energy to carry it alone. “His ex-wife called me,” I say. Jane goes very still. “Called you?” I nod. “Claire Hale

Chapter 24 : Keisha’s New Weapon(Jane POV — Third Person)Jane noticed the change the moment the door closed behind Zara’s mother.It wasn’t loud. Zara didn’t cry or pace or start talking too fast the way she sometimes did when something got under her skin. It was quieter than that. The kind of quiet that sat heavy in a room and made everything feel slightly off.Zara stood where she was for a few seconds, staring at nothing in particular. Then she walked back into the living room, sat down, and opened her laptop like she had somewhere to be. Her fingers stayed still on the keyboard.Jane watched her from the kitchen doorway, leaning her shoulder lightly against the wall. She didn’t say anything. She knew better. Zara had been through too much in too short a time. The bar, the house, Ryan, Keisha, Dominic, now this. Every time it felt like things were starting to settle, something new came in and shifted the ground again.

Chapter 26 : What Jane Carries Home(Zara POV)Jane came back on Sunday evening in a way I noticed the moment she stepped into the apartment.It wasn’t something obvious. Jane doesn’t really do obvious. But I know her well enough to notice when she’s not fully here, when her mind is somewhere else even though her body is sitting right in front of me. She closed the door behind her and just stood there for a second longer than usual before she took off her shoes.I was on the couch with my laptop open, pretending to work. I wasn’t really working. I had been staring at the same paragraph for too long without finishing it.When she finally looked at me, I closed the laptop immediately.“You’re back,” I said.“Yeah,” she replied, like she had to remind herself.She dropped her bag near the door and walked straight past me into the kitchen. That alone told me something was off. Jane doesn’t avoid sitting with me

.Chapter 27: Everything He Kept(Dominic POV)After the call from Zara, I didn’t move for a long time. I just stood there with the phone still in my hand even after the screen went dark, like if I kept holding it long enough the moment would rearrange itself into something easier. It didn’t. It stayed the same. Her voice had been steady but there was something underneath it I couldn’t ignore, that careful way she asked questions like she already knew the answers might hurt.I kept thinking about that. Not the question itself, but what it meant that she finally asked it.There are things you don’t rehearse for. You think you will, when you are younger, when life still feels like it has clean edges. You tell yourself if the past ever comes back you will face it properly, with clarity, with structure. But the truth is it never arrives that way. It comes in pieces, through people you didn’t expect, at times that don’t give you space to prep

Chapter 30: Keisha Escalates (Zara POV) Two days after everything with Dominic and Ryan, life had started pretending to be normal again in the most annoying way possible. I still went to work. Still answered emails. Still checked fabric samples for the upcoming design brief like nothing in my personal life was currently on fire. Jane still left early in the mornings and came back in the evenings acting like she wasn’t watching me carefully every time I got quiet for too long. I kept telling myself I was fine. I was not fine. I was sitting in the events office going through a vendor list when one of the interns walked past my desk and said there was someone waiting at reception for me. I didn’t think much of it at first. I thought it was a delivery or maybe a client mistake. Then I walked out. And I saw her. Keisha. She was s