Mommy, Please Forgive Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Chapter ThreePriscilla’s POVThe days that followed were pretty much a blur of me feeling like a stranger in my own house. Creighton was barely ever home, and when he was, his mind was clearly somewhere else entirely.Chloe was everywhere now, even when she wasn't physically in the room. Her name came up in every conversation, and his phone never stopped buzzing with her texts.Whenever there was a conflict, like when I asked him to stay home for a family dinner we had planned weeks ago, he always chose her. She would have another panic attack, or she needed help moving into the penthouse, and he would just leave.On top of the emotional mess, my body was starting to act really weird. I was so exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open past eight o'clock, and the smell of the morning coffee made me want to throw up.I was standing by the kitchen counter, staring at a plate of toast and feeling completely green, when Martha came in. She was our older housekeeper who had worked for the

Chapter FivePriscilla’s POVI had booked the flight using my mother’s maiden name, trying to leave every single trace of Priscilla Cross behind in Chicago.I only had two small suitcases with me, filled with just the bare essentials and a heart that felt completely shattered into tiny pieces.During the flight to Seattle, I didn't watch the tiny TV screen or read any books. I just stared out the small airplane window, watching the clouds pass by while resting a trembling hand over my flat stomach.The air inside the cabin was freezing, but my hand felt incredibly warm against my sweater. I still couldn't entirely believe what the little paper from the clinic had said, but the constant underlying nausea was a pretty good reminder.After landing in Seattle, the weather was exactly like my mood, gray and foggy. I didn't even check into a hotel first; I went straight to a small, private clinic on the edge of the city to get a proper ultrasound.I sat alone on the cold examination table,

CHAPTER SEVEN Creighton's POV. There has never been a time in my life where I wished my eyes were playing tricks on me, more than right now. The more I stared at the scene before me, the more it felt like my world had been missing these two strange kids. The boy and girl were sitting on the couch in the lobby, playing games and occasionally jumping whenever they won. That was cute, but that wasn't what caught my attention. What caught my attention was their appearances. The young boy had my kind of eyes and hair, and the girl had my kind of smile. Something about these kids made a part of me yearn to be around them. This was strange for me, especially since I had no business with kids. Hell, I didn't even like being around them because I considered them too much work. But here I was, feeling some strange connection towards these kids instead of getting the contract I'd come to Seattle for. I thought that was all that was left to see, until a feminine figure approached t

CHAPTER NINE Priscilla's POV. My heart did nasty skips, my eyes widening like I'd just seen a ghost. My lungs constricted and I stepped back with dropped jaws. No, this couldn't be. Creighton? Here? Why? What was he doing here? He stared at me like he was trying to read my expression so I quickly returned to the stoic expression I'd given him. I crossed my arms, my brows creasing with irritation even though my stomach knotted painfully, “you again. What are you doing here? ” I interrogated him. During the time I was married to Creighton, I knew one thing about him. Every move he made was planned. This wasn't a coincidence. He fixed his hands in his pockets, trying to come closer but I stretched a palm in front of him with a warning glare. “Priscilla, how can you not remember me? You were married to me,” he said, his tone laced with something that sounded like pain. Yes, I was married to him until he chose Chloe over him. I was married to him until he threw me