All Chapters of Lust for My Father-in-Law: The Plus-Size Secretary: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I spent the rest of that night in my room, lying on the bed with my eyes open, staring at the ceiling. The tea Derek had made sat cold on the side table, untouched. Outside, rain began to fall, its patter becoming the only sound accompanying my restlessness.My phone buzzed a few times. A message from my father, which I responded to with short replies. A message from a coworker about tomorrow's meeting schedule, but nothing from Nathaniel. Of course not. He had made himself clear. He wasn't a man who waited at the doorstep forever.I bit my lip, pressing hard until it hurt. The decision had been made. I was the one who started it, I was the one who said I wanted to step back, so why did it feel like I was the one losing everything?The next morning, I arrived at the office earlier than usual. No one knew that I had barely slept, that I had cried quietly in the bathroom while Derek was still asleep, that the image of Nathaniel kissing that woman was still haunting me.The secretary's d

I closed the phone without waiting for Derek's answer. My steps felt heavy as I walked toward the train station, but my mind was even more chaotic. Nathaniel's words still echoed."Derek will never truly change."And his confession that he wasn't Derek's biological father made everything feel even more complicated.But I had already decided. I would fix my household. I would give Derek a chance. I wouldn't let Nathaniel or anyone else destroy my conviction.The Whitmore mansion looked quiet when I arrived. The lights in the living room were dim, and I heard the sound of the television from inside. Derek sat on the sofa, wearing a casual shirt, his hair still wet from a shower. Two plates were already set on the dining table next to the living room.He turned when the door opened. "Sera, you're home. I made your favorite chicken soup."I didn't answer. I took off my jacket, hung it on the rack near the door, then walked into the living room. Derek stood up, approaching, but I raised my

I lay staring at the ceiling for quite a while until finally a decision became clear in my head.Screw all these problems.Screw Derek and his entitlement, screw the inheritance threat, screw Nathaniel's silence, screw that beautiful woman's kiss, screw the jealousy that was still foolishly gnawing at me.I was tired of being the center of other people's drama. Starting tomorrow, I'd focus on myself. Diet. Exercise. Change my body. If Derek could once say "a fat woman like you," then I'd make him eat his words.The next morning I woke up early. Didn't go down to the dining room. I heard Derek and Nathaniel's voices faintly from downstairs, but I ignored them. I put on black leggings and a loose workout tee, tied my hair up high, and headed down to the gym in the mansion's back wing.The room was spacious, equipped with a treadmill, stationary bike, weight set, and a large mirror on one side. I'd never used it seriously before. Today I'd start.I turned on the treadmill, set it to a mo

I stared at Nathaniel. He stared back at me flatly, with no readable expression. Only those dark eyes held something deep within. In Derek's hand, the test stick still showed two clear lines. Positive."This test must be wrong," I finally said, my voice hoarse and forced calm. "Home tests are often inaccurate. It needs to be rechecked.""Better see a doctor right now. To be sure. I'll call the clinic," Derek said.Just then his phone rang loudly in his pants pocket. The ringtone shattered the tension. Derek frowned, looked at the name on the screen, then raised a finger at us."Hold on. This is important." He stepped away a few paces into the hallway, turning his back to us, speaking quietly but sounding tense.Once Derek was far enough away, Nathaniel stepped into the bedroom, closing the door halfway. His voice was low, meant only for me."This might be my child."My eyes widened, and I immediately shook my head firmly. "No. Impossible."Nathaniel stepped closer, his face still flat

I hung up the phone with my father. His worried voice still echoed in my ears, but he agreed to pick me up this afternoon. "Don't do anything stupid before I get there," he said. I didn't answer. I went straight to the closet, pulled out a large suitcase, and started throwing clothes in randomly. I dragged the suitcase out of the room, wheels rattling against the wooden floor. I'd only made it to the upstairs hallway when familiar footsteps stopped me. "Who told you to leave?" Nathaniel stood at the end of the corridor, still in his work shirt, tie not yet on. His face was tense, eyes narrowing at the suitcase in my hand. I didn't stop. "I'm divorcing Derek. Anita's pregnant too, I can't take this anymore." Nathaniel strode quickly, grabbing my wrist before I could go down the stairs. His grip was strong, almost painful. "Don't go. Sera, listen to me." I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn't let go. "Let go. This relationship isn't healthy anymore. Derek and I are