All Chapters of HIS CHUBBY STEPDAUGHTER: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

MICHELA;“Oh my goodness.” My breath hitched as I finally got a proper look at the huge wedding band on Jemy’s finger. The series of classes hadn't given me enough time to admire it until now.We were in her car, parked in the campus lot as afternoon light cut across the dashboard. She held her hand out toward me, blushing hard, the ring catching every bit of sun that touched it. Up close, the stone was even more dazzling than it had looked in the lecture hall. “This is…”“Expensive,” she finished for me, grinning.I laughed and took her hand carefully, turning it a little like the ring might vanish if I handled it too roughly. “I’m happy for you, Jem. At first I was skeptical about the whole marriage thing, but seeing you today as the latest Mrs. Clark… you look better than I remember, darling,” I said.My cheeks already ached from smiling too hard. She did look better, less pale, less tightly held together by sheer will. The fear from that confession in this same car had not disap

MICHELA;Lunch was served in a dining room too elegant for the knot in my stomach. Richard was the first to get to the table. I could tell the man was excited to have what looked like a full family, and that made me wonder how long he must have waited for a day like this. Jemy took the place to his right as he helped her place a napkin over her thighs. That man was sweet and that left me wondering who actually raised the arrogant boy I was sitting across from.Soon, the table was covered with mouth-watering dishes, plates, and cutlery that looked heavier than what we had at home. “Did you reach Doctor Anne?” Richard asked Jemy, breaking the silence.“Yes,” she replied, reaching out for a spoon. “She called back on my way to school. Would be meeting her tomorrow instead.”I caught her eye and she was grinning, her eyes dancing in soft excitement and I couldn't be any happier for her.Nathan barely spoke. That did not mean he was not paying attention.Every time I leaned forward for m

MICHELA;I stood in the hallway rubbing the scraped part of my palm while I watched him climb up the stairs hurriedly., My thumb moved over the raw skin like that could stop the burning pain I felt there.Upstairs, I heard his bedroom door open and shut once. What bothered me most was not the volume of his anger. It was the tone in which he had spoken to me. Miles had never been this hard on me and that made me partly blame myself for putting that look on his face. I had made him wait at the school; that alone was enough to make him lose his mind. I hadn't stopped there, I had silenced his calls over and over before my phone completely went off. Another part blamed him for not trusting me enough to let the explanation land. Both feelings sat in me at once and made a mess of each other.I moved slowly toward the old bedroom downstairs, the first room I had ever slept in under this roof. It was best to give him space for some time, or so I thought. I pushed the door open, glad to fi

MICHELA;We sat in the tub of warm water, foam rising high around my chest, red rose petals deep in the water, around the tub, and a few on the floor. Miles faced me from the other end at first, glass of sauvignon in his hand, eyes never fully leaving my face. Neither of us seemed interested in the clock, but I knew it was almost half the night before we left the kitchen. The bathroom light was soft. The air was wet and carried just our fragrances and the rich smell of whatever soap Miles added to the bath.“Thank you,” I said, a small curve on my mouth.“Here she goes with her endless appreciation.” He lifted the glass and took a sip. “It was dinner. Nothing extraordinary.”A soft chuckle left me. “Daddy… what you made back there was better than any restaurant meal. Especially when it comes laced with so much care.”He nodded once and drank again. Silence settled between us, not empty, just full of all the things I was trying not to drag into the water too fast. Where had he gone

I almost hoped the day would stay normal. But Jemy’s absence had kept me on edge. I kept expecting her to walk in through the door until it became obvious she was skipping class today. Nathan had left hurriedly after the first class… he hadn't bothered to spare me a glance and I had acted like I didn't see him walking out of the class either. I sat there and tried calling Jemy one more time, it rang till the call ended without her picking up. My heart skipped a beat, I could only hope everything was well with her. I grabbed my bag and started heading toward the canteen, I needed to be anywhere that would make me think less of who Miles was meeting with at this point. I was out of the lecture hall when my phone buzzed in my hand, I paused at once and looked. Jemy: ‘Please come after classes. Richard’s doing a small formal thing. Ivy’s family is coming. I don’t want to sit through it alone. Thank you, Chels.’ Goodness gracious! She was already thanking me without waiting fo