Alle Kapitel von His Father’s Addction: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

ELVIS Jarvis’s hand was shaking. I noticed it immediately. The towel he had been holding slipped slightly between his fingers before he tightened his grip on it. My heart sank. Still, some stupid part of me wanted him to laugh at the questions. I wanted him to tell me there had been a mix-up somewhere. That the pictures were fake. The investigator got the wrong Hazel Carter. The evidence in my hand was clear enough. I had seen the court documents. The pictures of the two of them together. There was nothing to misinterpret. Yet I wanted my son to look me in the eye and say no. Jarvis lowered his head. “I am so sorry, Dad.” My fingers tightened around the envelope. “I didn’t know about you and Hazel until the family dinner.” I stared at him. “It is all my fault.” He wiped his face with the towel, but his hand was still trembling. “Hazel wanted revenge on me because I cheated on her while she was in prison. How she pulled everything through and got close to

HAZEL “Elvis.” His name came out of my mouth in a low, cracked voice. He didn't turn around. He adjusted his shirt and looked at me one last time. “You will go back to jail and serve the punishment you deserve.” My heart sank. “Elvis, please.” “Trust me, nobody will save you this time.” He turned towards the door. I stood there frozen, watching the man I loved walk away from me. Just as he opened the door, Williams was standing outside. He had a bottle of wine in one hand and a beautiful bouquet in the other. His smile disappeared immediately when he saw Elvis standing there. Elvis looked at him, then at the flowers in his hand. “If I were you, I would stay far away from her.” Elvis stepped outside. “She is very good at manipulating one's heart.” With that, he walked away. I watched him disappear down to his car. . The moment he was gone, whatever strength I had been holding onto disappeared with him. My legs gave way. I fell to the floor and burst into tears. I wailed

HAZELIt had been four days.Four whole days since I went over to Elvis's penthouse and heard him tell me that whatever he felt for me was only a thing of the moment.Funny how one sentence could make every other beautiful thing someone had ever told you suddenly feel like a lie.I had cried myself to sleep for four nights.Sometimes, I would wake up around three in the morning and automatically reach for my phone, hoping to see his name. Not even one of his random texts asking if I had eaten.I didn't realise how deeply I had fallen in love with Elvis until he looked me straight in the eyes and told me whatever we had was over.Maybe some part of me had become too comfortable.He had loved me so loudly that I somehow believed love would be enough to survive the truth. Clearly, I was wrong.Still, every time someone walked past the hallway outside my apartment, my stupid heart would jump.Every time a car stopped outside, I would look through the window.Every time my phone rang, I rea

ELVIS“Hazel took the blame and went to prison because she loved me that much.”Jarvis looked straight at me.“I can’t let her do it a second time.”I said nothing to that effect; of all the things he could have said, that was the one that got under my skin.She loved him that much.I looked away and picked up my glass.He kept talking. “I know I messed up. Badly.”He rubbed the back of his neck.“I was emotionally all over the place when I met Hazel. I didn’t realise how much damage I was carrying around until recently.”I glanced at him. “What does that mean?”“I’m seeing a therapist.”That surprised me enough to make me look at him properly.Jarvis gave a dry laugh.“Yeah. I know.”I leaned back in the chair.He continued.“I’ve had time to look at things differently. Hazel gave me everything, and I treated her like she would always be there no matter what I did. I’m not asking you to feel sorry for me., because I don’t feel sorry for myself either.”He lowered his eyes. “I wronged

HAZELTWO YEARS LATER, NEW ZEALAND“Maya!”A tiny giggle came from the other side of the room.I stopped and placed both hands on my waist.“Maya, come here, my love. Stop running and wear your dress.”She looked over her shoulder at me.The mischievous smile on her little face told me she had absolutely no intention of listening. Then she ran again.“Maya!”Her bare feet slapped against the floor as she escaped towards the other side of her bedroom.I couldn't help laughing.This girl.She was only one year and three months old, yet somehow she had enough energy for three children.“Mummy is tired.”She giggled.“Yes, laugh. Very funny.”I moved towards her slowly.She watched me, already preparing to run again.I pointed at her.“Don't you dare.”Another giggle, then she took off.“Oh, you're in trouble now.”I ran after her.She squealed so loudly that I started laughing too.Her tiny legs moved as fast as they could, but she didn't get far before I caught her around the waist.“Go