You Re Not My Dad Romane & Geschichten

My dad walks out, and I watch my Mum follow. I guess there is no fixing things.

day. I'M SORRY, DAD!

I rushеd, “not likе—just... back thеn. Whеn I was youngеr. You wеrе always nicе to mе. You listеnеd.” Hе starеd. His jaw clеnchеd. Thеn hе said, voicе hoarsе: “Mеlissa... you shouldn’t say things likе that.” I shruggеd. “Why not? You’rе not еvеn marriеd anymorе.” “I’m still your—” “You’rе not my dad.” His brеath caught. “And I’m not a kid,” I addеd. “You know that.”

"I'm not ready to lose you, Dad." *

My child! Supported by my uncle, Julian Carter, Dad went to the cliff where I had jumped. He dropped to the ground, crying in agony. "Ben, how could I have been so blind back then and believed you were on your mom's side? "You were the child I raised, and the one who cared for me the most. Now I know you were trying to save me. I'm so sorry."

Alycia stared back lazily, "Don't say nonsense! I know you never loved me! You just wanted to play with me! That's who you are! So stop all this! And act like we were never close! I don't want Aaron to get suspicious about our past relationship!" "Aaron! Aaron! Why do you always call my father by his first name only, huh? Don't you realize how far apart you two are? You're over 20 years apart in age! Come on! What's so great about him compared to me? Or do you want to prove my manhood once again, huh?" Adrian was starting to get angry and even more annoyed that Alycia seemed to want her father more than him. Alycia looked sarcastically at Adrian, "That's how different you are from your fathe

The dad is not Ronan. "Juicy. Keep me posted."

Freya “I’m really not mad at you… I’m mad at the fact that I got to know about it online, and not directly from my daughter. I mean, you should never have put up with such disrespect… and trust me, that bastard is going to get what he deserves. I will make sure of it!” My dad let out as we walked out of the room. “No daddy, you really don’t have to do anything. I’ve got it all under control.” I quickly let out while he turned at me and scoffed.

It is not even surprise. It is my dad.

"Emily? Who's that?" "Don't play dumb, Daddy." I pulled out my phone, showing him the email screenshot I'd saved. "Your PA. The one sending you nudes. 'Missed you last night'? Sounds like you're fucking her too." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Isabella, it's not what you think. She's just... a distraction. Work's stressful, and your mom—" "And Mom what?" I snapped, my voice low but sharp. "She's not enough? Well, neither am I, apparently."