Todos los capítulos de Two Can Play: I Became My Ex's Mother-in-law : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

ClarissaBack at Gaston's estate, it's night and I couldn't stay in my room anymore.After listening to Marcus, I couldn't bear just sleeping peacefully when the master of the house was going through so much.I sat up on the edge of my mattress, staring at the clock on the nightstand. 10:52 PM. I stood up, grabbed two pillows off my headboard, and pulled my soft silk blanket off the foot of the bed. I squeezed the pillows under my left arm, let the blanket drape over my shoulder, and stepped out into the dark hallway.I walked down the quiet corridor until I reached the door of the master suite. My pulse pounded in my ears, but I didn't let myself hesitate. I didn't knock, and I didn't stand outside waiting for permission.I turned the handle with a soft click and pushed the door open.The room was bathed in faint yellow light from a single bedside lamp. Valentine jerked upright on the mattress, his head snapping toward the entrance. He was wearing just a loose gray t-shirt and dark s

ClarissaI slowly opened my eyes. My face felt hot with embarrassment, pressing my lips together as I realized how hard I had just flinched away from his hand.Valentine stood frozen, his dark eyes wide as his hand hovered in the air. Slowly, his fingers curled into a tight fist, dropping back to his side as his jaw locked tight.Before either of us could say another word, I felt a violent drag in my stomach. The smell of my half-eaten toast on the plate suddenly turned my stomach upside down. Sour acid surged up my throat, my airway locking up as a sharp gag tore out of my chest.I scrambled off the kitchen stool so fast my hip hit the counter. I sprinted toward the downstairs guest bathroom right off the kitchen hallway, shoving the door open with both hands.I dropped to my knees in front of the white toilet, my hands gripping the cold porcelain as my body doubled over. Sour bile hit the back of my tongue, my chest heaving as I retched into the bowl.Valentine slid onto the tile fl

ValentineI rolled onto my side, my eyes opening before the sun even hit the glass. The dark ceiling of the suite stretched out above me, still wrapped in blue early morning shadow. The usual pounding in my temples wasn't there. No heavy knot in my chest. No dry burn behind my eyelids from hours spent staring at the ceiling fan waiting for sleep to come.I shifted slightly. A soft breath brushed the side of my neck.Clarissa sat right on the edge of the mattress, her back curved toward me, her hands gripping the cotton sheet. Her nightshirt slipped down one shoulder, exposing the thin bone of her collar. She turned her head, her face pale in the dim light, her eyes fixed on mine.What is she doing up this early? Did the nausea start again?"Did you sleep?" she asked.Her voice barely a whisper, carrying a strange, tight wobble at the edges.I pushed myself up onto one elbow. The sheets bunched around my waist as I leaned closer to her. My hand moved on its own, hovering near her lowe

ClarissaThe last step of the wooden staircase creaked under my bare foot. I froze, my toes curling against the cold timber, waiting for the sound to carry down the narrow hallway.A warm light spilled out from the kitchen doorway at the end of the corridor. No shadow passed across the wall. No quiet pacing back and forth like a man losing his mind to insomnia. Just the faint sound of a glass bottle tapping against a ceramic mug.I slipped along the baseboard, keeping my back pressed to the plaster until I reached the doorframe.Valentine stood by the stove. He wore a plain black shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, exposing the dark veins lining his forearms. He wasn't hunched over financial spreadsheets or staring blankly into the dark like I expected. He was watching a small pot of water steam on the burner, holding a jar of honey in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other.Is he actually making herbal tea right now? At two in the morning?I leaned my shoulder against

Clarissa The iron gates swung open as the car slowed near the entrance. Headlights swept across the dark driveway, catching a black sedan idling right along the gravel shoulder.The driver door opened. Drake stepped into the light, his clothes rumpled, his hands shaking as he walked into the middle of the driveway and stood in front of the bumper.The tires scraped against the stone as the car stopped a few feet from his knees.Beside me, Valentine moved before the engine even cut out. The door clicked, and he stepped into the night, standing tall between Drake and my side of the car."Mr. Gaston, please," Drake took two short steps forward, raising both hands. "Hear me out for five minutes. I’ve been waiting out here for hours."Valentine stood motionless, his arms resting at his sides. "You shouldn't be on the property, Drake. The decision stands.""I know why you cut me off, Mr. Gaston," Drake stammered, his eyes shifting nervously toward my window. "I know it’s because of Clariss