All Chapters of Night Of His Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I bristled at her accusation, my fists clenched at my sides as I fought to maintain my composure. Trence held my hand and whispered calming words in my ear, reminding me to breathe and not let her words get to me."And what secrets are you talking about?" I asked, my voice sharp with anger.But she simply smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Some things are better left buried, my dear," she replied enigmatically before turning to leave.Trence stepped forward, his expression was dark with fury. "You're not fooling anyone," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "We know you had something to do with what happened to Vince."She paused, her smile widening into a smirk. "Prove it, my husband," she taunted before disappearing into the crowd, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and lingering suspicion.I felt Trence let go of my hand. I turned to Trence, my heart heavy with sorrow and uncertainty."What are you going to do?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear.Trence's gaze

As we sat in the car, the weight of the DNA test results hung heavy in the air between us. I couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief as I stared down at the paper in my hands. "It's negative."How could it be possible that Trence wasn't Maxine's father?"I don't understand," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper."How could this happen?"Trence reached out to gently take my hand, his touch offering a semblance of comfort amidst the turmoil of my thoughts. "I wish I had answers, Friah," he admitted, his confusion mirrored in his expression. "But right now, all we can do is face the truth and figure out what comes next."I nodded, the reality of the situation sinking in with each passing moment. "I just... I can't believe it," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "All this time, I thought... I thought you were her father, Trence."Trence squeezed my hand reassuringly, his eyes filled with empathy. "I understand, Friah," he said softly. "But no matter what the test says, I wi

When Vince passed away, I realized that he was right—that all this time I was denying what I felt to Trence. I always chain myself to the past because I don't want to make the same mistakes again. When Trence came back to us, my heart told me that I should follow her and that maybe this time I should allow myself to feel love and happiness.With the shining diamond on my ring finger, I decided to take a chance and be vulnerable with Trence, knowing that it was worth the risk of potentially getting hurt again. Embracing the present moment and being open to new possibilities felt like the right choice for me.Maxine was on Trence's shoulder while enjoying looking at some animals in the zoo. I was at their back, looking at them with a smile on my face. The laughter and joy shared between Trence and Maxine filled me with hope for a brighter future ahead.Maxine looked at me and said, "Mommy, look at the baby giraffe! It's so cute!" I couldn't help but join in on their excitement, grateful

I run, trying to find my daughter, my heart pounding in my chest. Panic set in as I called out her name, the fear of the unknown creeping up on me. I asked her nanny where she was, but when she pointed out where Maxine was, she was not there.I felt my breath quicken as I frantically searched every corner of the room, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. The realization that my daughter was missing sent a wave of pure terror through me, causing me to break out in a cold sweat."Why did you leave your sight with her?" I demanded, my voice shaking with a mixture of anger and fear. The nanny's apologetic expression only fueled my panic further, as I struggled to keep my emotions in check while desperately trying to think of where she could have gone.Trence walked towards me. "What's happening?" he asked when he saw the look of distress on my face."I can't find my daughter." I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I anxiously explained the situation to him, my heart pounding in

"I already talked to the security. He can't go near you again." Trence said. He laid me down on the bed, leaning on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat against my back—steady and reassuring. Trence gently ran his fingers through my hair, soothing me with his touch. I closed my eyes, feeling safe and protected in his arms."He said something," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Trence paused, his fingers stilling in my hair as he waited for me to continue. "He said that he was Maxine's father."Trence's grip on my waist slightly tightened, his expression turning serious. "Maxine's father?" he repeated, his voice laced with concern. I nodded."We never did it, even when we were in a relationship. I don't know how this could have happened." Trence pulled me closer, his embrace providing comfort and support."Should I believe him?" I could feel his heart beating against mine, a steady rhythm that reassured me. "I don't know," Trence finally said, his voice soft but firm."Maybe he's