Perfect Dad Novels & Stories

“But I still feel like I failed them both. After Elena died, I threw myself into work and raising Lily. I told myself that was enough. That I didn’t need anything else. No relationships. No distractions. Just being a good father.” He turned his head to look at Mia, his dark eyes intense and vulnerable. “And then you grew up. Suddenly the girl who used to fall asleep on my couch during movie nights was this stunning, bold young woman who looked at me like… like I was more than just Lily’s dad. More than a widower. More than a businessman.” Mia’s breath caught. “I’ve seen you for who you really are for years. The way you love Lily. The way you carry everything on your shoulders without complai

But of all people, he had no right to say any of that. Mom stared at him coldly and snapped, "You walked out on this family. You were the one who abandoned Natalie! For 13 years, you never once cared enough to ask about her. And now you think you have the right to judge me?" Dad lowered his head, yet the sadness in his eyes was impossible to miss. After he left us for the other woman, she got pregnant almost immediately. He'd raised that child for 12 years before discovering the boy wasn't even his.

"I threw a tantrum? You were the one watching stupid reels instead of giving me attention, and for calling that out I'm the one throwing tantrums?" "Sorry, baby." Instead of arguing, Dad reached for apology like he always did, sliding his hand around her waist. "I did give you attention afterwards, didn't I?" He gave her a look; she blushed. I bit into my sandwich and wrinkled my nose. "Find a room, you two." "Oh we will." Dad chuckled, kissing Mom's shoulder. She snapped away, red as a tomato. "Jacob! How many times do I have to tell you—"

I know about his late wife Ava, about his feud with his parents regarding her social status. I was itching to wear my jeans and hoodie for this meet just to show his parents, but I actually love Dale. I actually wanted him to see that I could help him mend his relationship with his family. Because sometimes I would sense that he actually missed them. It has been years already, I do believe that Dale had given his parents enough time to feel bad about their behaviour towards his late wife Ava. "Mable say hello to your grandmother..." Dale and his mother came closer to us, then Mable stood up and give her a hug.

Stepdad frowned at Mother. "Why did you soften your heart and bring her here? We're discussing serious matters here. Why is she interrupting?" Phoebe thought Mother would defend her. To her shock, Mother only sighed. "If it weren't for fear of gossip, I never would've acknowledged her. Honestly, children raised in the countryside always turn out sharp-tongued and ungrateful." That night, Phoebe smashed countless things in her rage. Our stepdad refused to tolerate her any longer. In the end, it was Grandpa—braving the heavy rain on his rickety tricycle—who came to take her back.

My dearest Aurora, If you're reading this, then I've already left. Please don't blame Alexander. This was my decision. This afternoon I was contacted by Marcus Hale. If I gave myself up to you you would leave me alone. I couldn't allow my mistakes to destroy your future. Please don't look for me. Live your life. And if you can... Forgive your father. I love you. —Dad Aurora was getting to the final line of the paper, which was all smeared with tears. "No..." Her voice broke. "No..."

Dad smiled looking at mum. "Well, Adam, my wife told you everything about her, but trust me she will be the sweetest person you have ever met. She acts clingy and talks a lot when she likes someone she never lets them go. I hope you both have a happy and wonderful life ahead." Dad said with a smile. Then it was time for Adam's dad, Mr. Mathew Harrison. "I'm excited to know about you," I whispered back. It's my turn to know more about him.

As my gaze focused on his face, I noticed the scar I had inflicted on him had already vanished, a clear indication that these bastards possessed formidable healing abilities. "Considering how you both advise me to give zero fucks about my dad's life, it seems like you've long abandoned your poor family to die all alone. Who knows, you might have even killed your own father," I chuckled, the bitterness seeping into my voice. "Fucking pieces of shit!" Matteo's jaw clenched tightly, his teeth grinding together in frustration. He appeared to be teetering on the edge of losing control.

Not because he hated her but because she died early so he couldn't get any motherly love. “That's enough, dad,” he yelled back in frustration. “I was having sex with her because I don't love Helen anymore,” he said and I arched my eyebrows. I couldn't believe that it was my son who was saying all these. I could remember when Helen used to mean the whole world to him. But suddenly she meant nothing to him again, only because of a mere slut. Only the goddess knew what the girl could be going through. “How could you?”

I am hurting , I can’t lose him now , I just want my husband back , that is what I want please “ my mom started crying as she sat on the floor . I had never seen my mom broken this way like I was seeing her now , she looked so destroyed and so heartbroken . I am so sorry mom , I am so sorry , please I am going to make this right , I promise you , I am going to make this right and that bitch that thinks she’s coming to my house to destroy my family is going to pay ,and I am not joking . I would rather die than see my father get married to another woman. I am not sharing my father with no damn kids , I am not sharing this company with anyone , whatever I have belongs to me shd it’s mine alone