Falling For My Ex's Dad Novels & Stories

His typically composed demeanor was shattered, replaced by a haunted look etched upon his face. His hands trembled, clutching a bunch of crumpled papers as if they were the weight of the world. The sight of her mother, usually the model of grace, standing nearby, her eyes brimming with fear, only intensified Melissa's unease. Drawing closer, Melissa's voice trembled as she asked her mother, "Mom, What happened?" Her mother's voice quivered as she explained, "Someone had delved into your father's past, unearthing the dark secrets he had paid a fortune to bury."

She said. “He has a son,” I reminded her in case she had forgotten. “It doesn't matter.” She said. “And the son is my ex.” I reminded her. “So?” I inhaled sharply. “I say, this man is falling for you.” A part of me wanted to believe her. “I don't know what to say. It may be true. But for now, I think he is trying to be nice.” I didn't know how to define our relationship yet, but it was more than an employee and employer relationship and, at the same time, more than friends.

I nodded quietly, avoiding his gaze. The truth was, every time he stood close to me, I remembered that day, the day I got the call about my father. The moment my whole world had collapsed. Joe had been the one driving me home that day, and when I broke down, he didn’t hesitate to hold me. I still remember how safe I had felt in his arms, even while crying uncontrollably. It was a strange comfort I had never experienced before. “She is really going to miss him,” Joe said again, his eyes still on Abigail and James.

“Are you sure?” Didn’t he want to? I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. “Yes. We should forget what happened between us. It was a mistake. A one-time thing. From now on, we act like strangers. For the sake of a professional working relationship.” “There is nothing like a mistake where two adults are in consent over something. At least that is what this old guy here knows.” And he thought that was funny? For shame’s sake, I would have chosen to just die of heartaches rather than sleep with my ex’s dad if I knew. Why is he taking this matter so lightly?

“He’s wonderful, Maya. Kind. Stable. He makes me feel like I can breathe again.” Stable. The word lands like a slap. She’d used the same word to describe my dad twenty-five years ago, when they’d bought their first house together. “I don’t care if he’s the king of England. You owed me a phone call. You owed Dad a phone call, wait, did you even tell him, or is he going to find out from the news too?”

“ Nina, you can stay back. You are my daughter after all. I will never chase you from your home. It is yours.” I rolled my eyes. Was he kidding me? “The last thing I will ever do is accept you as my father. Do you know how much you disgust me? You make me want nothing to do with you. Stay out of my way, Eduardo, you are nothing more than a sperm donor to me.” His eyes squinted at me before they glared at my mother, his steps rushing after Brian. “ You did a good job, pearl,” I leaned into her palm. It must have been so hard for her to have endured with such a man for so long.

I mumbled, suspicion growing as a familiar man stepped out of one of the yachts—dressed head-to-toe in white, from his hat to his flip-flops, chatting with a local. Moments later, Dad appeared, waved at him, and pointed... directly at me. Before I could fully process what was happening, Valerian’s eyes locked on mine, his grin spreading wide and dangerous. "Goddammit!" I cursed, retreating back inside. "I knew it." How could my own father sell me out to my ex-husband? Again?! This is not going well for me. Every encounter since Valerian wormed his way back into my life felt like Dad shoving me into the same mess he’s always in. And, as usual, Dad would find some clever way to dodge my compla

A woman with hollow eyes looking out of a window. Mrs. Smith pressed a hand to her mouth, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "I think he’s lonely,” I said carefully. "Have you considered a therapist? Or maybe just spending more time with him?" She let out a shaky breath. "I try... but it’s been hard." Her voice broke. "His father... passed away last year. A car accident. He was the one who always took him to art classes, and spent weekends painting with him. They were inseparable." She wiped a tear from her cheek. "Since then, he barely speaks. He doesn’t smile. But whenever he talks about coming to this class, his face lights up."

“ ok there she comes “ I heard my dad say as I approached them . Getting to where my dad was, I turned to look at the man who was sitting there and that was when I felt the chills go down my spine, I didn’t need anyone to tell me where I had seen those familiar hazel eyes, it was definitely the man from the club. “ our eyes ran into each other and for the first time ever I felt ashamed of myself while standing in front of my parents . “ this man here said you had signed a marriage agreement with him , just two weeks ago , the day your husband called off the wedding , I do not want to believe that what he is saying is true because this man sitting right here is the father of your ex fiancée a

THAYER I couldn’t believe my father would want to settle with my ex-wife! I had always thought of him as great, looking up to him. But after he chose to marry my ex-wife, I realized he was nothing after all. Even after my mother left us fifteen years ago, he made no attempt to look for her. I was sure that if he had, my mother would have been here with us. Instead, to save face, he told me they were divorced when I actually knew he sent her packing!