Chasing His Divorced Wife And His Child의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

COLIN’S POVI don’t think this through, I don’t give myself time to.The moment I leave Max, something in me is already moving, already decided, like if I stop for even a second, I’m going to start thinking too much, and right now…Thinking is the problem because every time I do, it circles back to the same thing.Her, the kid, my mother.My grip tightens on the steering wheel as I drive, jaw locked, chest tight in a way that makes it hard to breathe evenly, and I try to slow it down, I really do, but it’s not working.Because this doesn’t feel small anymore.It doesn’t feel like something I can ignore or push aside.It feels like something’s been sitting right in front of me the whole time and I didn’t see it or maybe I didn’t want to.That thought alone makes something twist in my chest, sharper than I like, and I exhale hard, dragging a hand over my face as I pull up outside her place.I’m already out of the car before I fully process it, already at the door, already knocking harde

COLIN’S POVI don’t remember getting to the car.One second I’m standing there, looking at her like nothing makes sense, the next I’m outside, keys in my hand, chest tight like something is pressing in from the inside.That wasn’t supposed to happen.I lean against the car for a second, dragging a hand down my face, trying to steady my breathing, but it’s uneven, off, like my body is reacting to something my mind hasn’t caught yet.Her answer keeps echoing in my head. Not the words but way she said it carefully.My jaw tightens, slow, deliberate, like I’m holding something back I don’t fully understand yet.“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, pushing off the car and getting in, my movements sharper than they should be, like if I slow down even a little, I’ll start thinking too much and I already know where that leads.I start the engine and drive, telling myself not to think, but it doesn’t last, because the second the car starts moving, it hits, a flash of her laughing, too close, too

COLIN’S POVI shouldn’t be this restless, but I am. I’ve been pacing for the last ten minutes, maybe more, I don’t even know anymore, my thoughts refusing to settle, my chest tight in a way that doesn’t feel normal, like something’s wrong and I just haven’t caught up to it yet, like I’m already behind on something that’s about to hit me whether I’m ready or not.I drag a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply, trying to shake it off, but it doesn’t go anywhere, it just sits there, heavy, pressing in, building instead of fading, like the more I ignore it, the worse it gets.“Get it together,” I mutter under my breath, my voice low, frustrated, but even I can hear it, the edge in it, the tension I’m not controlling as well as I think I am, the way it cracks just slightly at the end like I don’t fully believe myself.Because I already made a decision.A test.DNA.That should be enough, and should settle it, it should give me something solid, something real, something I don’t have to qu

COLIN’S POVI don’t move, I can’t, my body just stops because I’m looking at him, not casually, not the way you look at a kid in the room, no, I’m really looking, and something about that hits wrong or maybe it hits too right, and the longer I stand here the harder it gets to tell the difference, especially with the way I can feel her watching me, like she’s waiting for something.My chest tightens slowly, not sharp, not sudden, just this deep pressure that settles in and doesn’t leave, like my body is reacting before my mind catches up, like it already knows something I haven’t figured out yet and it’s pulling me toward it whether I want it or not.I swallow hard, my gaze still locked on him, my thoughts starting to shift, to connect things I didn’t want to connect before, pieces I ignored earlier lining up in ways that don’t feel accidental anymore, and I can feel her attention tighten the second it happens.His eyes.The shape of his face, and that hits harder than it should, becaus

COLIN’S POVI don’t move, I don’t even try to, because if I do, if I break whatever this is right now, I might lose it, and I don’t mean her, I mean this, this moment, that step, that reaction.My chest feels tight, not sharp, not sudden, just this heavy pressure sitting right in the middle of it, like something just dropped there and refuses to move.Shit.That wasn’t random, there’s no way that was random.I drag in a slow breath, but it doesn’t go deep enough, like my lungs aren’t cooperating, like my body is stuck somewhere between calm and panic and can’t decide.He stepped toward me, not fully but enough to matter.My gaze stays on him, steady now, more focused than before, not scanning, not guessing, just observing, like I’m trying to lock every detail in place before it slips.The way he looked at me.“What the hell was that…” I murmur under my breath, not really asking anyone, my voice low, rough, like I’m trying to keep it contained but it’s already leaking out.Because I fe