Todos los capítulos de Mommy, Please Forgive Daddy: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

CHAPTER 32: The Cracking FoundationPriscilla’s POVThe glow of the burner phone screen had burned itself into my retinas.…I hadn't slept since I locked that metal box back into Darius’s cabinet. Every tick of the clock in my office felt like a countdown to an execution. I couldn't rely on my internal legal team, and I certainly couldn't trust anyone connected to Cross Global. If I wanted to survive this without ending up in federal handcuffs alongside my husband, I needed my own eyes on the ledger."It's a shadow network, Ms. Calloway," Julian murmured through the encrypted line. He was a retired federal forensic auditor I’d hired under a shell consulting name three hours ago, paid strictly in upfront retainer wire transfers."The signature on that 2023 Singapore bridge clause isn't just an anchor loan. It’s an indemnity link. If Cross Global’s parent node drops below its collateral threshold, your husband’s personal assets—and by extension, Apex’s primary equity—are contractually

CHAPTER 34: Room 408 (The Hospital Clash)Creighton’s POVWhen Priscilla collapsed in my arms, the entire world didn't just stop—it vanished.The clinking wine glasses, the heavy mahogany walls of The Grand Vanguard, Chloe’s face across the table, all of it faded into background noise and for a second, as her body went limp against my chest, I felt like I had fainted right alongside her.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped beast, every instinct screaming at me to keep her safe, to fix whatever was breaking her from the inside out."Get out of my way!" I roared at the restaurant staff, scooping Priscilla into my arms before anyone else could touch her. Her weight against me was light, her skin icy cold through the silk of her dress.The ride in the back of the ambulance was a blur of blaring sirens and blinding red lights. I sat on the metal bench beside her gurney, refusing to let go of her hand for even a fraction of a second.Her fingers were small, still, and frozen in

CHAPTER 36: A Glass of CyanideCreighton’s POVBy Friday evening, I actually believed the war had moved to the courtroom where I controlled the rules.My phone had buzzed four separate times over the course of the afternoon with notifications from Chloe—formal dinner invitations, polite requests for a neutral meeting over drinks, quiet notes asking to "resolve our misunderstandings privately before lawyers ruin everything."I deleted every single one of them without reading past the preview line.I had given Marcus the green light to file the counter-notice for regulatory extortion at eight o'clock Monday morning. The paper trail was airtight, the board was locked down, and the preliminary injunction to detach Apex’s ledgers from Cross Global’s audit node was already sitting on a federal judge's desk.I had stripped Chloe of her leverage, boxed her father into a corner, and insulated Priscilla's firm from the fallout.As far as I was concerned, I had won.It was nearly eleven-thirty a

CHAPTER 38: The Weight of the WorldPriscilla’s POVThe private executive conference suite on the twentieth floor of the Pacific Tower was silent.It was a neutral ground—a glass-and-steel sanctuary far away from the stifling walls of Apex, Darius’s watchful eyes at home, and the corporate sprawling shadow of Cross Global. The rain outside streaked across the windows, blurring the Seattle skyline.I sat at the end of the long conference table, the certified filings from the envelope and Julian’s financial printouts spread out around my laptop like pieces of a very confusing puzzle.My head was pounding with a throb as every muscle in my body felt bruised and depleted. For two days, I had survived on pure adrenaline, running on empty, putting on a brave face for Leo and Maya while quietly holding together the dying shell of my company.I picked up my pen to sign the un-freezing clearance forms for Apex’s secondary accounts. My fingers were shaking so bad the ink smeared across the whit

CHAPTER 40: The FalloutCreighton’s POV"Priscilla! Wait! Just let me explain!"My voice tore through the blinding haze of the gallery foyer, swallowed by the sudden barrage of camera shutters and overlapping shouting from reporters.I shoved past two flashing cameras, ignoring the sea of eager, vulture-like faces turning toward me. Across the sleek marble lobby, Priscilla’s emerald dress disappeared through the glass exit doors into the rainy night. I broke into a stride, pushing open the heavy glass, the icy Seattle rain instantly soaking through my tuxedo jacket."Priscilla!" I yelled again into the dark curb.The black sedan’s brake lights flared red, its tires screeching against the wet pavement as it pulled violently away from the curb, disappearing into the city traffic before I could even reach the sidewalk.I stood under the pouring rain, my chest heaving, water dripping down my nose and jaw.She thinks it's true.The thought hit me like a blow to the lungs, making me nauseou