All Chapters of Loving my fathers best friend : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LaurenI stared at the framed photo on my mantelpiece the one of Emily as a toddler, smiling brightly in Alex’s arms. It used to bring me a twisted sense of satisfaction. Now it only fueled the fire raging inside my chest.How dare he?How dare Alex Reed think he could just move on and build a perfect little life with that pathetic Harper girl? While I sat here, watching from the outside like some discarded toy. He had the nerve to play house, to smile at Bella like she was the center of his universe, to parade around with her swollen belly like it was some grand achievement.And Emily… my own daughter… was falling for it.The anger had been simmering for weeks. It boiled hotter every time I thought about them together. Bella had taken everything. First my husband, then my place in the family narrative, and now even my child’s loyalty. I wouldn’t stand for it much longer.I picked up my phone and dialed Alex’s number. He answered on the third ring, his voice guarded.“Lauren.”“Alex,”

AlexIn no time, a month had passed and then two months. Today was the day I resumed work at the office.I was surprised when I received the email that I was allowed back into the office even though the three month restriction hadn’t fully elapsed yet. The message was brief and professional, signed by HR, stating that after internal review and client feedback, the partners had agreed to lift the physical restriction early. I stared at the screen for a long moment, a mix of shock and quiet gratitude washing over me.I missed the office. Deeply. It wasn’t just a building or a job it was my life’s work. The place where Robert and I had built something from nothing, pouring late nights, risky decisions, and endless belief into every brick and contract. Being forced to work from home had left a hollow feeling in my chest, like a piece of me was missing. Getting called back early also sparked a fragile hope I hadn’t dared to entertain fully: perhaps a future where Robert could forgive me

Alex I was in the middle of a strategy meeting with the senior team when my phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced at it discreetly, expecting another email about the Thompson account. Instead, it was a message from Bella.The photo loaded first.My breath caught hard in my throat.Bella was completely naked on our bed, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs with the thick dildo buried deep inside her glistening pussy. Her pregnant belly was beautifully round and full, breasts heavy and swollen, nipples dark and tight. Her face was flushed with raw pleasure, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded in desperate need. She looked like pure sin wrapped in the soft glow of pregnancy.Then the voice note played through my earbuds.“Alex… I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m so wet and aching for you. Please come home soon… I need you inside me…”Her voice was breathy, needy, and trembling with arousal. My cock hardened instantly, straining painfully against my slacks.“Fuck,” I muttered under m

BellaI was sitting on the couch with my feet propped up when my phone buzzed. I picked it up absently, expecting a message from Alex or maybe Mia checking in. Instead, it was a text from my mom.Sweetheart, I’d love for you, Alex, and Emily to come for a little family dinner tonight. Nothing fancy. Just us. 7 pm? I miss you terribly.I stared at the screen, shocked. My heart started beating faster. It had been months since I’d stepped foot in my childhood home. Since the day my father had looked me in the eyes and said I was no longer his daughter. Even though I spoke with Mom regularly on the phone, the house itself had become this forbidden, painful place I avoided thinking about too much.I read the message again, feeling a swirl of emotions excitement, nervousness, hope, and a deep ache. My hand moved automatically to rest on my very pregnant belly, where the twins were doing their usual afternoon movements.“Mom invited us home,” I whispered to them. “All of us.”A mix of joy an

Bella I stood at the kitchen window, staring out at the backyard where the late afternoon sun painted everything in soft gold. My hand rested on the large, tight curve of my belly, feeling the twins move in their slow, lazy way. At nearly seven months, everything felt heavier my body, my emotions, the weight of memories I couldn’t quite set down.The family dinner from a few nights ago still sat heavy in my chest.I kept replaying it in my mind: walking into the house I grew up in, the familiar smell of Mom’s cooking, Ethan’s warm hug, the laughter that filled the dining room for a while. For a few precious hours, it almost felt like old times. But the empty chair at the head of the table had been impossible to ignore. Dad had been home. I knew he was. Mom had confirmed it. He had simply chosen to stay locked in his office rather than sit across from me.The memory of standing outside that closed door, whispering like a little girl, begging him to open it… it still made my throat ti