All Chapters of My Cheating Boyfriend Dumped Me, I Stole His Dad's Heart: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Caspian's POVAntonio’s name is still flashing on my phone’s screen when I answer it. I’ve been waiting days for this call, knowing that whatever he’s found could change everything. There’s no time to involve Desiree in this mess; I need to handle it first.“Antonio,” I say, keeping my voice steady as I make my way down the stairs.“Boss, you got my message?”“Yeah, I got it. Where are you?” I ask, already feeling the urgency rise in my chest. “I need to see everything. Now.”“I figured you would.” There’s a brief pause before he continues. “I’m pulling into your driveway as we speak. And trust me, you’re gonna want to see what I’ve got. It’s... extensive.”Antonio pulls up to the driveway just as I reach the living room. I hear the crunch of gravel under his tires and watch through the window as he parks. My stomach tightens with anticipation, knowing the conversation we’re about to have is going to be anything but pleasant.The door creaks open, and Antonio steps in, a thick folder

Desiree's POVI’ve been watching Caspian walk back and forth, his steps heavy. Something’s off. I feel it in the way he won’t meet my eyes, the way his hand keeps running through his hair like he’s trying to pull himself together but failing.“Hey, Cherry,” he says finally, walking toward me. He tries to smile, but it’s thin, barely there. “You shouldn’t be on your feet, and you know it.”“I’m fine, Caspian,” I reply, brushing off his concern. “But you don’t look fine. What’s going on?”He hesitates. His hand moves to rub the back of his neck, something he only does when he’s nervous. There’s a long pause. I know whatever’s coming isn’t good.Before he can answer, the man sitting on the couch—dark-haired, sharp-eyed—speaks up. “Hi,” he says, smiling in a way that makes me uneasy. “Pleasure meeting you. I’m Antonio.”So this is the Antonio. Caspian’s private investigator. I’ve known about him for a while—heard his name enough times—but seeing him in person? It feels strange. Like he kn

Mike has always been a gym freak. I don’t need to call to know he’ll be here, throwing weights around like he’s preparing for a heavyweight championship. As I step inside the gym, the familiar scent of sweat and rubber fills my nostrils. The air is thick with testosterone, but I don’t care. I’m not here for anything other than to drop the truth on Mike.I spot him immediately, his muscular arms straining as he presses another weight up. His face is set in concentration, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and onto his chest. He’s showing off, of course, making sure everyone sees how much he can lift. It’s always been his thing—looking strong, invincible. But I know the truth. I know how weak he really is underneath all that bravado.I walk toward him. As I get closer, he drops the weights onto the rack and sits up, wiping his forehead with a towel. When he finally looks at me, his lips curl into that same cocky smirk I used to fall for. Now it just makes me sick.“Well, well, wel

I run my hands through my hair, pacing the room again, my heart pounding in my chest. “I don’t know what to think anymore! You’ve been lying to me for days, and you’re telling me it’s not even my decision whether we keep the baby?”“This isn’t about you, Caspian. This is about me. My life. My body. I’m the one who has to carry this baby.”“I know that,” I say. “But it’s our baby, Desiree. You can’t just shut me out like this. I have a right to know. I have a right to be part of this decision.”She looks away, her jaw tight, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “And what if I’m not ready?” she whispers. “What if I’m not ready to be a mother?”I stop pacing. “Desiree… you can’t mean that.”“I don’t know,” she says, shaking her head. “I don’t know if I can do this. We have so much going on, so much… mess. And I’m scared, Caspian. I’m scared of what this means for us. For me.”I take a step closer, my heart aching at the sight of her. “You don’t have to be scared. We’ll figure this out.

“What?” I say, harsher than I intended. But I don’t care. Not right now.Mike hesitates, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and rubs the back of his neck. His eyes avoid mine. “I, uh… wanted to apologize,” he mutters, not meeting my eyes. “You know, for everything. For Mabel putting you through all this stress.”I narrow my eyes, not buying it for a second. “Mabel, huh? Just Mabel?”He finally looks up, and there’s something there—defensiveness, maybe? “Yeah,” he says. “I mean… she’s the one who pushed the whole thing. You know how she is.”“And you? You’re not part of this?”Mike shrugs, glancing away. “I didn’t exactly agree with how she handled it, but… look, Dad, I didn’t have much choice.”I take a step closer, lowering my voice. “You told Desiree I’m going to sign some document to divorce her. How dare you?”Mike’s face hardens. “Oh, we’re talking about playing dirty now? You sent Desiree to lie to me about my wife cheating. So don’t stand there and act like you’re