All Chapters of He Chose His Step Mother, I Chose His Uncle: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The sound of my palm connecting with his cheek is the most satisfying thing I’ve heard all morning. It’s a meaty crack sound that echoes across the marble of my patio, and for a glorious second, the stinging in my hand distracts me from the absolute incompetence standing in front of me. "You pathet

I’m sitting at the massive dining table, feeling like a tiny, insignificant dot, when Owen comes into view. My heart does this annoying little leap at the sight of him, one that I try to control, and as he steadily approaches the table, I realize he’s actually going to sit down. Across from me.

"Finally." I feel like a thief...or maybe a detective. Or maybe just a man who is about to have his entire world shifted on its axis. In my hand, I’m clutching a crumpled tissue I dug out of my office bin. Why? Well... because it's smudged with Sydney's blood. I was looking for a hair sample, a

I take a long, shaky breath and lean back in my chair, staring at the ceiling until the blurred edges of the room finally snap back into focus. I reach for a stray tissue and wipe the tear tracks from my face, letting out a short, hysterical bark of a laugh that echoes off the soundproofed walls.

"You're in the city, but you never come to see me? You're like a ghost. A handsome and intelligent ghost, my son is." Mother’s voice rings out before I even reach the parlor. She’s sitting in her favorite wingback chair, looking as calm as she always does, though the grief lines from crying over my