Alle Kapitel von Sweetest Revenge : falling for my ex's father : Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

.Chapter 31 : What Jane Knows(Jane POV)The moment Keisha walked away, the air didn’t settle. It stayed tense, thick with whispers and sideways glances from people who were pretending not to stare. Jane didn’t move right away. She stood beside Zara just outside the building, arms crossed, watching the direction Keisha had disappeared into. Her expression stayed carefully flat, the way it always did when she was trying to keep her thoughts from spilling out too fast.Zara turned to her, voice low but urgent. “Jane…”That single word carried everything she wasn’t saying out loud.Jane exhaled slowly, buying herself a few seconds. “I know.”Zara didn’t let it go. “What does she mean? What does your father have to do with Dominic… and why would Keisha even know that?”Jane glanced around at the lingering eyes and gestured toward the quieter side of the building. Zara followed without argument. They stopped near the edge of the pavement, away from the main foot traffic.Jane uncrossed h

Chapter 33 : The New Enemy(Zara POV)By the time I got home after seeing Dominic, I already knew he was trying to handle something bigger than what he was saying out loud. It wasn’t just the words he chose. It was the careful way he spoke on that call before I left, the way his voice shifted slightly when he mentioned Marcus again. He had said that name more than once before, always in a tone that made it clear the man wasn’t just an employee or a colleague, but someone he trusted enough to carry pieces of his world he couldn’t handle alone. For a brief second I caught myself wondering what kind of man Marcus was, and what kind of world Dominic had built that required people like that to keep it standing. The thought lingered longer than I expected before I pushed it aside and focused on what was right in front of me.Monday morning came faster than I wanted it to. The moment I stepped into the office, I could feel it. Not loud or obvious, but t

Chapter 35 : Shopping With Jane(Zara POV)Saturday felt like the first quiet day I had in a while , the kind that doesn’t come with a deadline or a problem waiting at the end of it. Jane dragged me out of the apartment before I could talk myself into staying back to “finish just one more thing,” which usually turned into three hours and a headache. She said I needed air, and honestly, she wasn’t wrong.We didn’t go out for anything specific. No list, no target. Just walking from one shop to another, touching fabrics, pulling things off racks, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. It helped me think. Screens never did that for me. I needed to see things in real life, the way colors sat next to each other, how fabric moved when you held it, how something felt before it even made sense in your head.“You’ve been too serious this week,” Jane said as we stepped into the third shop. “It’s not healthy.”“I’ve been working,

Chapter 37 : The Restroom(Zara POV)By the time we step into the next store, something in me has settled into a different kind of focus. The earlier tension with Keisha hasn’t disappeared, but it has shifted shape. It is no longer loud in my head. It is quieter now, sharper, sitting somewhere behind my ribs where I can reach for it when I need to think clearly. Jane is beside me, moving through racks with that easy curiosity she has, touching fabrics, flipping tags, holding things up against me without asking because she already knows how I see clothes before I say it out loud.We move from one section to another without rushing. I am not shopping for myself anymore, not really. I am looking for ideas, for combinations, for textures that can translate into the styling brief sitting unfinished on my laptop. I pause at a display of structured blazers, running my fingers along the seam of one in a deep charcoal shade, already thinking about how it would sit

Chapter 39 : What He Tells Her(Dominic POV)She comes in without hesitation.No drama at the door, no delay in her step, just that steady way she has of entering a space like she already knows what it’s going to demand from her. I close the distance between us immediately, not because anything has changed between us, but because the weight of everything outside this room has been building too fast, and I want her here before I start.I pull her into me first.She doesn’t resist. Her arms come up and wrap around my waist, hands pressing against my back like she needs the contact as much as I do. I hold her for a long moment, breathing her in, one hand stroking slowly up and down her spine. The familiar warmth of her body against mine settles something in my chest before I have to open old wounds.“You’re early,” I murmur against her hair.“You said come,” she replies softly. “So I came.”That simple.