All Chapters of My Cheating Boyfriend Dumped Me, I Stole His Dad's Heart: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

She’s silent, her gaze softening, the walls around her crumbling just a bit. “You’re really something, you know that?” I smile, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’ve heard.” For a long moment, we just sit there, wrapped in each other’s presence, and I can feel the weight of her past, the bruises and scars that her family left on her. But there’s something else too—a flicker of hope, the tiniest spark of possibility. It’s fragile, tentative, but it’s there. “Maybe,” she whispers, almost like she’s testing the word. “Maybe it’s worth a shot. I don’t know if I’m ready to trust them again. But maybe I could try… for us.” I smile, feeling something light and fierce surge through me. I know this isn’t a decision she’s come to lightly; it’s a leap into the unknown, a painful step toward a place she’s never thought she’d revisit. And for her to even consider it—it means more than words. “I don’t need you to forgive them, or even like them,” I say, my hand still holding

I bark a laugh. “This has nothing to do with insecurity, Mike. It’s about boundaries. Respect. You don’t waltz in here and make yourself at home like nothing happened. You’re a guest, remember that.”“Guest,” he mutters, shaking his head, and then louder, “Funny, considering this used to be my home too.”“Well, it isn’t anymore,” I say, holding my ground. “You lost the right to call it that when you left, remember?”He laughs, hollow and bitter. “Right, because that’s what you do, huh? Hold everything over people’s heads, make them earn back your approval. You want me to grovel, Dad? Will that make you feel better?”“Grovel?” I scoff. “No. I just expect a little decency. And maybe a shirt.”He rolls his eyes, then stands, hands on his hips, his face twisted in a smirk that’s too much like mine for comfort. “Fine, Dad. You want me to ‘respect the house’? Consider it done.” He grabs his shirt from the arm of the couch and pulls it on, deliberately slow, like he’s doing me a favor.The s

I let out a soft chuckle, shaking my head. “That’s not what I want, Mike. You might be a handful, and you might have done a few things that…” I hesitate, looking for the right words, “…that made things complicated. But you’re my son. This is your home as much as it is mine. Stay as long as you need.”He scoffs, shoving his hands into his pocket. “Really? After everything I’ve done? After all the trouble I’ve caused?”I step into the room, folding my arms. “You think you’re the only one who’s messed up? Trust me, Mike, I’ve made my share of mistakes. We all have. But that doesn’t mean you’re any less my son. You’re family, and family… well, we don’t just walk away because things get ugly.”He looks at me, and for a moment, I see something shift in his expression—a flicker of vulnerability he’s trying hard to keep buried. “I don’t deserve this, you know. After everything I did to you… and Desiree.”I sigh, nodding. “You’re right. What you did hurt. You hurt her, you hurt me, and you bet

I feel my cheeks flush with anger, my fists clenching. “You don’t get to use that against me. Not after everything you’ve done.”“Oh, trust me, I know exactly where I stand,” he says, his voice a harsh whisper. “But if you think I’m going to just roll over and let you push me around, you’re wrong.”“Is that a threat?” I ask, my voice ice-cold.He shrugs, his expression unreadable. “Call it what you want. Just don’t expect me to disappear on your command.”Without another word, I turn on my heel, storming away from the pool, my heart pounding with frustration, anger, and something else—something I don’t want to acknowledge. I hear him mutter something under his breath, but I don’t turn around. I’m done. I don’t owe him anything, least of all an explanation.As I walk back into the house, the cool air hits my skin, but it does little to soothe the fire raging inside me.In the living room, Caspian looks up from his newspaper, raising an eyebrow. I know I must look like a woman on the br

“Oh, trust me, I see the picture clearly. Crystal clear. I see a man who has never been told ‘no’ a single day in his life. I see a man who thinks he can waltz in and out of people’s lives, leaving wreckage behind him without a second thought. And now, I see him sulking around this house, acting like I’m the one who’s out of line!” “Desiree, we all have flaws. Even you.” I feel a flare of anger rising. “Oh, don’t you dare try to turn this around on me, Caspian. I’m not the one who’s let him walk all over everyone and then made excuses for it. That’s all you.” His face hardens. “I’m doing the best I can.” “Well, your best has a pretty low bar if this is the result!” I snap, feeling the words tumble out before I can stop them. But once they’re out, I don’t regret them. Not one bit. Caspian needs to hear this. He’s needed to hear it for years. “You know what?” he says, his voice dangerously quiet, his calm facade cracking just a bit. “I don’t understand why you’re so intent on teari