Cerita Selingkuh Dengan Ayah Tiri Novels & Stories

“I never wanted to tarnish your father's name or how you saw him. You and your brother loved him and he was a good father he just wasn't the best mate. When I met your father he was already dating and planning to marry his chosen mate. I was devastated. I begged him to give us a chance at happiness, I told him if he didn't love me and still wanted to mate and mark his chosen mate I wouldn't stop him. I convinced him to give our relationship six months, and he agreed. As we spent time together out bond grew and we fell in love soon after. He had decided that we would mark and mate with each other and that he would break things off with his chosen mate. When he left to go and break things off

The same story Aunt Ysmera told me already, the one I’ve tried so hard to keep from Rauth. “Her name,” Uncle continues, “was Telyra. She had an affair with your father. It was said she was carrying his child at the time.” He exhales slowly, the words cutting through the air like dull blades. “But her life was cut short. Another soon took her place.” I feel Rauth’s gaze find mine — a sharp, silent exchange. The truth we feared now has a name. Uncle Anzelrius straightens, eyes dim but steady. “Whatever your suspicions are… they’re true.”

Aisya taunted, pulling one corner of her lips, mocking Fachri, who seemed taken aback by her unexpectedly harsh words. Although Inggrid hadn't told the whole story, from Airin and Fachri's conversation earlier, combined with Inggrid's story, Aisya could already conclude that Airin was pregnant out of wedlock, and Fachri was not Via's father. Moreover, Via and Fachri had no resemblance whatsoever. "Don't speak recklessly, Aisya. Saying my wife is cheap is the same as hurting my feelings. As a man who ruined his future with deceit, of course, I'm very offended."

“But the story didn’t end with those cases. One fateful day of February 16, Art asked me to go on a date. That’s when our relationship started and his bond with Celina was severed… or maybe not. We got married and had you, Hibara. But four years in our marriage, I found… ultrasound pictures… among his case files. I asked him about it but he dismissed it, saying… it was part of a case. “A year and some months after that day, Art came home with a baby… in his arms. He told me that the child… was his son… with Celina; the child who would… continue… the Cake bloodline…” Mom began to break down and cry in front of Joro and me. My brother, or rather, half-brother ran and gave her a hug while I rem