All Chapters of Married To My Ex's Father : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

GLENDA'S POVI had barely dropped the call before the surge of a sick, terrible feeling overwhelmed me. Maurice had hurt me with his words.Childish. The word echoed in my head. He called me childish for trying to look out for him. I blinked away the moisture that had formed in my eyes.Why was he being insensitive to my feelings? Was I really being childish for trying to protect my man? Was I being childish for being jealous? I trusted Maurice, but that Lucy, not one bit. I focused on my breathing, inhaling and exhaling deeply in an attempt to calm myself.I was caught between two conflicting emotions. Hurt and anger towards Maurice, joy and excitement for my father's health improvement.I tried to push the hurt and pain to the recess of my mind. If I didn't, the rest of my day would be sour like this morning.I forced myself to get ready for my visit to Dad. Every movement I took to get ready was slow and laborious. My heart was heavy and it was difficult to overlook the hurt I fel

BRIAN'S POVWe all stood by the corridor after the nurse led us out of Mr Fredrick's room. Glenda stood by the door. Her gaze was set and intently staring through the vision panel on the door. She watched with a breaking heart as the doctors tried to save her father.My heart tugged at seeing her like that. But there was little I could do. I had to protect myself too.It didn't take long before we got news regarding Mr Fredrick. The doctor stepped out of the room, a forlorn expression adorned his face. He was immediately met with Glenda's apprehensive gaze. Her tearful and fearful eyes asked him so many questions. “How is my father?” she asked restlessly.The doctor heaved deeply. “We did our best.”I rushed to Glenda and held her on both sides of her arm to prevent her from falling to the ground.The news of her father's death was a big blow to her. Tears streamed down her face non-stop. She was absolutely devastated.“What do you mean by you tried your best?” Aunt Helena jumped i

MAURICE'S POV“Why haven't you called Glenda?” Sam asked from the doorway as he barged into my room. He didn't even wait to fully enter the room before he began interrogating me.“Does that explain why you didn't knock?” I asked as I dried my hair. I had just taken a shower and still had the towel draped around my waist.“Don’t you give me that!” He warned sternly.I moved past him to the wardrobe. “We had a fight.” I said over my shoulders as I shuffled through the rack for an outfit.“You had a fight! Is that reason enough for you to abandon your wife for three weeks?... Three weeks! No calls, no text, nothing! What the heck man!”I pulled out a boxer and put it on. “I don't understand why you are so concerned about my wife and our fight.” I said casually.“Since when did you become so insensitive?” His tone was reproving.“Sam what have you come to say? Maybe you should just go straight to the point instead of shouting at me like I was your child.”“Then stop acting like one!” He s

MAURICE'S POVI turned around to look at Lucy. Why did she choose now to do this? What was she trying to prove? I had already explained everything to her before we arrived here. Why was she trying to be stubborn?I glanced at Glenda who had her red, teary curious eyes on me before returning my gaze to Lucy.“Not now Lucy.” I said calmly.“It can't wait. It's important.” She insisted defiantly.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself. “Okay. I'll be back shortly.” I said to her and continued leading Glenda up the stairs.Glenda glanced behind at Lucy, then at me before she moved her feet forward. I averted meeting her gaze. I knew they would only be filled with questions. Questions I couldn't yet give answers to.“I'm sorry. Glenda, I'm sorry. Sorry for not being here with you. Sorry for not being a shoulder to cry on. Sorry for not calling you.” I blabbered away once I got Glenda into our room and settled her on the mattress.She was seated at the edge of the bed and I

GLENDA'S POV I stirred awake and heaved deeply. I had cried for most part of yesterday and it had exhausted me. But surprisingly, I had slept well. I felt well rested. It was more rest than I had gotten in the past few days. I smiled to myself as I recalled the reason for my good rest. “That's a beautiful sight to wake up to everyday. Feels good to see you smile.” Maurice's breath was warm against my face. I managed a shy smile. “I've told you to stop watching me sleep.” “You're too tempting. It's hard to stop.” I chuckled. Maurice was going to start his naughty jokes now. But his tone was serious and lacked the usual teasing that often clothed his words. “You cease every opportunity to tease me, don't you?” I joked. A playful smile splayed my lips. I expected him to come back with another tease directed at me, but there was nothing from Maurice. I looked into his eyes and there was sadness. Nothing like the usual joyous mischief in his eyes. It was very unlike him in the