Novel & Cerita Claimed By My Ex's Daddy

"But we are together now... And that's what matters..." I can't help but smile. "And you don't know how great that feels." "All thanks to your ex coming back to hunt you!" CJ jokes. "We should write him an appreciation letter, don't you think?" I stuff fries in my mouth and sip the wine. "The asshole can't read English." CJ and I laugh as we chat a bit more, dissing my ex Roman. CJ brings another topic and the laughter fades away. "And my dad? Is it true he paid you to leave?"

"Yes, daddy. That's better because I won't be quiet if he messes up. Good thing is that our relationship is no longer toxic after it's over." "Why is your ex-husband like that? Doesn't he have a new wife?" he asked as if he really thought about it. I was stunned for a moment but I didn't show it to daddy. I shrugged after a few minutes. "I don't know and I have no news. I'm not interested either." My father looked at me in a way that seemed to determine whether I was telling the truth or not. The sparrows are still squealing later. "Why does it seem like…"

Don’t wait for me. Send. The message disappeared into the ether, clean and final. It was not the first time he had written those words. But it was the first time he had written them knowing, with complete clarity, that they were a lie. There was no meeting. No urgent deadline. No client demanding his presence. There was only the warm apartment across the city, two boys who called him Daddy, and a woman carrying the daughter he already loved. Gregory slipped the phone into his pocket and walked out to his car.

I took a deep breath and said again, "Lewis, I'm telling you again. He is not your son. We are over, so please stop pestering me. After all, the best exes are the ones who are as good as dead. If you run into them, the most respectful thing is to act like you've never met." I glanced over at my son, Damon Bauer. It was the 90th birthday of Johann Tucker, my husband's godfather. He hadn't met me and Damon yet, so he insisted my husband, Elliot Bauer, bring both of us along. But halfway there, Elliot had an urgent matter to take care of, so I came ahead with Damon. Damon sweetly called out "Grandpa Johann", which made Johann so happy that he immediately gave Damon some pocket money. He pulled

The words landed like a slap. “I will not,” I said evenly. My mother’s eyes softened, but not in sympathy — in warning. “She chose to leave,” she said. “That is her right. Pride wounded is not cause for war.” “This is not about pride.” But even as I said it, I knew it was partly a lie. It was about possession. It was about what was mine. “She was promised,” I said quietly. “The alliance was secured. And she humiliated me.” “She exercised her agency,” my father replied. “You cannot claim betrayal where none exists.”

Was Jarrel seriously introducing his so-called friends to his son? “I don’t want to be your dad’s friend.” “Why, teacher? Don’t you like my daddy?” Blake’s innocent eyes widened with curiosity. She almost forgot she was talking to a child. “It’s not that, Blake. I just… have a different way of making friends.” I don’t make friends with my ex-boyfriend. She stopped herself from saying it aloud. “But Aunt Maisie likes my daddy as her friend,” Blake mused. “And she wants to be my mommy.”

Stella’s pov My father called me this evening to tell me that Andrew had called him to ask about my whereabouts. He proudly told me that he yelled at Andrew, my ex-husband, to leave me alone, and I felt proud of my father for finally standing up to him. I don’t know if Andrew thinks that after all he did, I would come back to him. He disregarded my health and made our child die, just to protect his evil first love. I would never return to him.

He repeated, getting angrier. “No, I won't be sending more money, Carl. Not anymore. You need to…” The line went dead before I could finish my sentence, and I just tossed my phone aside with a sigh. Carl Sterling. My good-for-nothing son. Losing custody of him to my ex-wife was one of my life’s mistakes. One I’ve regretted for 14 years. He was 18 now, and his bad habits kept piling up.

“Everyone makes mistakes. And you have a chance to correct yours. So what are you going to do?” Cardi's lips vibrated as she fought back the tears threatening to spill. Her mum hugged her tightly. “By the way, your ex husband is in jail.” Mrs. Dillard said, her words distorting the atmosphere. Cardi's sober face became puzzled, “Did you put him there, mother?” “Your father did. No one messes with his precious jewel and goes Scott free.” Cardi sighed, “I wanted him at the concert though, that would have been more satisfying.”

His father shouted. "Gerald, let your son explain. I know he has prepared an explanation for all of us, especially for Andrea," my father interjected. He received a threatening look from his father, before Mister Reagan turned to my father. Meanwhile, Calvin gave me a look. A look that wanted to ask for my forgiveness but I quickly averted my eyes. "Explain, Calvin. Is what my daughter Andrea said true?" my father asked Calvin. He nodded softly, "What your daughter said is true. But I want you to understand, Cassie was my ex-girlfriend and when we meet again. I know that she is still the woman I want."