Todos los capítulos de Mommy, Please Forgive Daddy: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

CHAPTER 41: An Unholy AlliancePriscilla’s POVMy office door was locked with the blinds pulled shut.On my desk, my phone buzzed incessantly, sliding a few millimeters across the surface with every incoming call. Creighton. Creighton. Creighton.I didn't answer without bothering to look at the screen.Instead, I sat in the dim light of my desk lamp, staring at the muted television mounted on the wall. Every financial channel and tabloid network was broadcasting the exact same frame: Chloe standing in the gallery archway in her white gown, tears glistening in her eyes as she announced her pregnancy to a room full of reporters.The mother of your unborn child…The words echoed in my mind. Yesterday, I sat in that private suite and let Creighton hold me. I had pressed my face into his shoulder and cried like a child, believing that even for a second his presence was a shield. But it was all a game. He was embroiled in a dirty, toxic scandal with Chloe, and I had almost let myself get d

CHAPTER 43: Vanished from the GatesPriscilla’s POVThe glow of my laptop screen burned my eyes. Papers were scattered everywhere—certified tax documents, bank disclosures, and leaked internal ledgers from Cross Global.I traced my finger along a highlighted row of transaction IDs. My chest felt hollow, like all the air had been sucked out of the room.The offshore debt transfers didn't originate from a rival firm or a rogue investor. They came from Darius.He had taken on millions in covert loans to cover his own failing ventures, masking the debt under Apex Logistics' operational overhead. And when the pressure hit, he didn't try to fix it. He quietly rerouted those liabilities straight into Cross Global's buyout node, creating the exact financial trigger Chloe’s father needed to swoop in and initiate the takeover.Darius hadn't been trying to protect me. He had used my company—my father's legacy—as a sacrificial shield to liquidate his debt and save his own skin. Every panicked con

CHAPTER 45: The Playground ConfrontationCreighton’s POVThe morning air was brisk, cutting right through the fabric of my tailored coat as I stood at the perimeter of the manicured grass field.Around me, parents sat in folding chairs, sipping hot coffee from paper cups and cheering as a pack of young boys chased a soccer ball across the grass. Among them was Leo, his small frame darting across the field in a bright blue jersey, his face red from effort.My pulse raced, tension humming through my blood.Ever since Priscilla’s frantic phone call yesterday—ever since I heard the sheer, unadulterated panic tearing through her voice when she thought Chloe had taken the kids—I hadn't been able to breathe.I had sent three of my private security teams to lock down St. Jude’s and monitor every exit, but seeing the children safe with my own eyes was the only thing that could anchor me.My eyes swept the sidelines until I found her.Priscilla was standing near the bleachers, wrapped in a long

CHAPTER 47: The Fake Clinic & The DNA TrapCreighton’s POVThe clock on my desk ticked past 3:00 AM.I was staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, the city skyline stretching endlessly before me. A crystal tumbler of neat scotch sat untouched on the glass table, the ice long melted into water. I hadn't slept because I can't, but because I couldn't.Every time I closed my eyes, Darius’s spiteful voice echoed in the dark like an open sore.“You lost the right to call yourself a father the moment you chose another woman over a pregnant wife.”He was a lying, parasitic coward who had sold out his wife's legacy, but those words... God help me, those words cut straight to the bone. Because to the rest of the world, to Priscilla, and to the children carrying my blood, that was the only truth that mattered. I hadn't been there.I took a slow breath, my chest heavy as I recalled the scene at the soccer field. The way Priscilla had looked at Darius when he offered her a ride—n

CHAPTER 49: The Truth Laid BareCreighton’s POVThe amber liquid swirled against the crystal tumbler as Marcus poured two fingers of vintage scotch.The hum of my penthouse lounge felt almost unnatural after the storm we had just ignited in the boardroom. On the desk lay the verified affidavits from Saint Mary’s, the clinic fraud audit, and the official court statement confirming Chloe had refused the state-certified blood draw."To a masterclass in total corporate execution," Marcus said, raising his glass with a satisfied grin. "The boards are in shambles and Chloe’s legal team is already drafting a press release claiming a 'medical misunderstanding' to save whatever shred of reputation she has left."I took a slow sip, the sharp burn hitting the back of my throat. I didn't feel like celebrating. The win was clean, the victory absolute, but my chest still felt hollow.Marcus set his glass down, leaning against the edge of the desk, his eyes studying my face. "You just dismantled a s