All Chapters of Mommy, Please Forgive Daddy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 81— THE CHASE BEGINS AGAINPRISCILLA’S POVI expected Creighton to become distant after I left that morning. Instead, he became more careful around me. He did not call constantly or ask what I felt about the night. He simply continued living his life while quietly showing me that he had no intention of forcing anything between us again. I kept thinking about that moment all night.The first surprise came when Leo mentioned that Creighton had brought him a new book. It was one of those adventure stories Leo had been talking about for weeks. Creighton had remembered the title without asking me, and somehow that small detail bothered me more than a grand gift ever could. I kept thinking about that moment throughout the night.Maya received something too, though hers was not a present. She had a school project about businesses, and Creighton spent an afternoon helping her build a small model. He never asked me to watch them, never called me over, and never used the children as an

CHAPTER 83 — THE TRAP THEY SETCREIGHTON’S POVI knew the filing was a trap the moment I read it. Chloe’s family was not simply asking for another paternity test. They were accusing Priscilla of hiding the truth about Leo and Maya, hoping the court would question her honesty before anyone examined the actual evidence. I closed the file slowly, already understanding what they wanted from her.“They want to make you look like a liar before the results even come,” I said, watching Priscilla carefully. She sat across from me, holding the filing tightly. Her face was calm, but I could see the anger underneath it. She had spent years protecting the twins, and now strangers wanted to turn their family into public entertainment.Priscilla looked at me without answering. I understood her silence. She did not need another person telling her how painful this would become. The Harrington family had already used old evidence to create dou

CHAPTER 85— THE RESULTCREIGHTON’S POV“Whatever that report says, Priscilla, we face it together,” I whispered, keeping my eyes on her. The judge held the sealed report in his hands, and the entire courtroom had gone silent. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Even the reporters seemed to understand that this moment could change everything for our family.The judge opened the report slowly and read the first page. His expression remained neutral, giving nothing away. I felt Priscilla's fingers tighten around mine, but I did not look away from the judge. I had believed in the result because I knew the truth in my heart. Leo and Maya were my children.The judge turned another page before finally looking up. “The independent laboratory confirms that Mr. Creighton Cross is the biological father of both children.” For several seconds, nobody reacted. The words seemed to hang in the courtroom while everyone processed what had just b

CHAPTER 87— THE SECRET HE KNOWSPRISCILLA’S POVI had never publicly revealed the Marlow connection, and only a handful of people even knew the inheritance existed. Yet Victor Sterling had somehow found me. That realization made my stomach tighten as I reached for my phone again, needing answers immediately.I called Grace before doing anything else. She answered quickly, and I could hear concern in her voice before I even explained why I was calling. I sent her a screenshot of Sterling's message and waited. The moment she saw it, her silence told me everything. This was worse than either of us had expected.“He knows about the Marlow inheritance,” I told Grace, keeping my voice low as I stared at the message again. “I have not told anyone outside our small circle, so how did Sterling find out?” Grace remained silent for several seconds before answering, and the hesitation in her voice made me more nervous than the word

CHAPTER 89— THE HIDDEN ADVANTAGEPRISCILLA’S POVThe chairman's warning stayed with me after the call ended. I looked at Creighton, then at the papers spread across the table. Sterling was not chasing one merger for money. He was building a path toward the old Marlow routes, and somehow he already knew about rights I had never even heard of before. I kept that thought to myself.“Then we need to find out what those rights are before Sterling gets them,” I told Creighton, pulling the Marlow folder closer while explaining what the chairman had warned us about. Creighton nodded and reached for his phone, ready to have his legal team search every contract connected to the old shipping network. Reading more made everything feel less simple.Grace arrived less than an hour later with two old boxes she had kept for years. She placed them on the table and opened the first one, taking out contracts, permits, and handwritten notes from my mo