All Chapters of Seducing My Father's Best Friend: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

An hour later, we arrived on campus, and I was grateful to have survived the drive without any major incidents. Now, I faced the daunting task of finding childcare before I wrote my last paper. I had my hand on my waist as I stood in the middle of the parking lot, staring into space."Why the hell did I lie that I had someone who could help me watch the kids! Now I'm stuck with three tiny terrors and a looming deadline," I muttered to myself as I glanced around, hoping to spot a miracle solution, perhaps Helen, who I had called earlier and somewhat explained my situation. I hoped she would come to my aid.I watched as students rushed to class, some studying in groups. Lucky them.Meanwhile, the kids, sensing my frustration, began to get restless."Sarah, I'm hungry!" Elizabeth complained, tugging on my hand."Me too!" Hayden and Harper chimed in, their voices rising in unison.Now my sanity was hanging by a thread!My face turned beet red as I turned to the three of them. "YOU ALL JUS

As I settled into the couch, my mind began to wander back to that fateful day."I remember waking up in the hospital," I started, my voice barely above a whisper. "I saw the doctor; it happened to be one of my colleagues at college."Sarah's eyes locked onto mine, encouraging me to continue.FLASHBACK TEN YEARS AGOI slowly opened my eyes, grogginess clouding my mind. The beeping of machines and antiseptic smell assaulted my senses. But then a faint memory of a crash, screams, and shattered glass lingered, clouding me, and the pain, shock was still palpable."Xavier...""Xavier.""XAVIER! Can you hear me?" A doctor's face hovered above me, his expression somber.I tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse. I cleared my throat, wincing in pain. "What... what happened? Where's my wife?""You were in a car accident," he interrupted me, his voice firm but gentle. "Your wife survived, but I'm afraid she's in critical condition. She's being prepped for surgery as we speak."My mind reeled, pa

As I lay in bed, my mind raced with questions. What had driven Nicole to escape? Who was this man who had haunted her? I continued replaying the conversation with the kids and couldn't shake off the dreadful feeling.The kids didn't really know much apart from Nicole's husband trying to hurt both them, and it seems she had to take drastic measures to protect them and herself. Was putting them in a box worth it? Or perhaps it got to the point where she had to do something like that, or was she trying to hide them?I tossed and turned, my thoughts consumed by the unknown, and this puzzle that Nicole had left us to piece together was really unsettling, and the only way I could get answers was to find her. But Sarah's words echoed in my mind: "Maybe Nicole had an abusive marriage."I shuddered at the thought. Had Nicole been trapped in a nightmare that she had been forced to flee for her life?I really hoped not, but that speculation only fueled my determination to find her.Just as I thr

A few months had passed since the unforgettable shopping trip with Xavier and the girls. Our lives had settled into a comfortable routine, filled with laughter, love, and occasional chaos. The girls were thriving, and Xavier's paternal instincts had grown stronger. Our relationship had blossomed, and I'd never felt more at home. But amidst the tranquility, a lingering question remained: what had happened to Nicole? The mystery had haunted Xavier, and I knew he couldn't shake off the feeling of responsibility. I stood beside Xavier in our living room after we had just escorted the private investigator, Keith, out the door. Today's update was the same: no exact news of Nicole's whereabouts but trails she left behind. She had been moving from one hotel to another for the last couple of months and had never settled in one location for more than two days. It felt frustrating, like we were chasing shadows. Xavier's eyes, once filled with determination, now seemed laced with disappointmen

XAVIER'S POVI pushed through the hospital's sliding glass doors, a mix of determination and trepidation coursing through my veins. Keith's lead had brought me here to Los Angeles, to this sterile, impersonal place. I wasn't even sure why Nicole would be in a hospital. I hoped it's not what I was thinking.I approached the reception desk as my eyes scanned the area."Hi, I'm looking for Jane Clinton," I said, trying to sound calm.The receptionist's brow furrowed as she replied, "Are you family?""I'm..." I hesitated, unsure of what to say. "I'm her husband," I replied, the lie rolling off my tongue easily. The words just slipped out without me even realizing it. If I can successfully convince her of this lie, then I am fine with it; I just want to see Nicole.The receptionist nodded, typing on her computer. "Room 314. But please, sir, be aware that Ms. Clinton's condition is... delicate."I nodded, my stomach twisting with worry. Delicate? It only meant, oh God, I hope she is okay.A