Falling For My Ex's Dad Novels & Stories

And though the road ahead was complicated and uncertain, I couldn’t bring myself to regret falling for my dad’s best friend. The End

No sender ID. Just a line: > "If you want to understand your father’s fall — come to the old archives. Tower 12. 9 a.m." My heart clenched. My father. The name I hadn’t spoken out loud in years because the world had rewritten his story — from visionary to failure. But I knew better. His fall wasn’t just business; it was engineered. Someone had orchestrated it, and if there was even a chance this message was real, I had to know.

No wonder he wasn't here. But wait—did I hear that right? Sir George assigned me to someone else? Who could it be? Before I could ask the question in my head, a man walked in. That man was none other than Mr. Arthur—my ex-boyfriend’s father. And yes, he was the man who hit me with his car two months ago. When our eyes met, he stared at me for a few seconds as if trying to place my face.

Albert sat in his worn armchair, his gaze fixed on the floor as the weight of his regrets pressed heavily on his chest. His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with sorrow. “She suffered because of me... her illness... I even told her to die, because I couldn’t bear to see her suffer any longer. I’m so sorry for everything. I should have accepted your father. I just hurt my only daughter, thinking I was doing what was best for her.” Tears welled in his eyes, reflecting the pain of a father who felt he had failed in his duty to protect and cherish his child. The room felt heavy with silence, each word hanging in the air like a haunting melody of remorse.

The empire he had entrusted to his son. “I can’t believe this, Jace,” he said finally, his voice dropping but losing none of its edge. “What the hell happened here? Just a few months after Kyrell’s death—and this is what I return to? This?” He gestured toward the chaos of unfiled reports, his words cutting like glass. “Kyrell was never the heir to this company. You were. So why am I seeing a collapse that shouldn’t even exist?” “Dad, I don’t know why you’re doing this. But you shouldn’t have done it in front of my secretary. I deserve some respect here. I’m not a child. And you don’t compare me to anyone—dead or alive.”

I tightened my grip on my wine glass. “Are you afraid? Afraid of losing Audrey?” he asked. I looked at him, then at the distance. “I know where I stand, Dad. I know what I have to do…” He studied me sharply before speaking again, his eyes narrowing. “I’m sorry.” I turned to him, slightly surprised. “I never expected you to fall for the woman your brother loved most,” he said. “Even I, myself, quickly fell for Audrey. Tsk.” He smiled faintly, shaking his head.

“They quickly forget you once they get nothing from you.” That's why he's focused on taking care of his family and those around him. It's a lot to process. As my father continues, he explains, “But things took a turn for Fiona and Grandma Monica when Fiona fell in love.” I furrowed my brow, puzzled. “How could falling in love cause things to go downhill?” I questioned. My father nodded in understanding before revealing, “It wasn't just who she fell in love with, but who that person was.” My mind raced with possibilities. Who could Fiona have fallen for?

"Shame that you're sleeping with a man old enough to be your father." The ground seemed to shift beneath me as the truth of their accusations sank in. My heart hammered in my chest, threatening to burst free from its confines as the world spun out of control around me. "Yeah, such a shame that the man is also her ex boyfriend's dad. I wonder how the guy must be feeling, I heard he was the one that came to beg him last week to take him back, the poor guy must have loved the shameless bitch to want to take her back despite the fact that he knew his father was screwing her." Another added and I veered around, my eyes filled with shock.

His eyes were emotionless as he averted my gaze. I couldn't read minds but I could definitely could read the man whom I had known for over twenty-two years of my life. I could read him like a plain book and I knew that his reply would break me. "Bella, I am sorry." My father whispered. Instant tears blurred my vision as I flinched from his outstretched arm. My heart clenched painfully in my chest but I fought back the pain. I couldn’t break down and cry right now. My father had his faults but this far outweighed them all.

She was so excited and kept thanking me did bringing her. I naively thought she was just mesmerized by the beauty of the nature. I had no idea it was because of my dad. And yeah, I remembered that very first evening that we arrived here. One look at my dad and she got lost. I thought she was nervous not knowing, she had fallen in love with him. I don’t even care if she went on him first. My dad should know better and should have turned her down. He should have warned her to never try it again but he was too greedy too. He fell for it and they both broke my trust.