All Chapters of My Cheating Boyfriend Dumped Me, I Stole His Dad's Heart: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Mike shifts uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on a spot just over her shoulder. He clears his throat, but no words come. I can practically feel him choking on his own pride, and I resist the urge to nudge him, to push him forward.After a long, awkward silence, he speaks, his voice barely above a mutter. “I’m… sorry.”Desiree snorts, crossing her arms tighter. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”Mike’s jaw tightens, and he glares at her. “Look, I don’t like you. You don’t like me. Let’s not pretend otherwise. But if my being here is making you this miserable, then fine—I’m sorry.”Her eyes flash with anger, but she holds back, nodding curtly. “Apology accepted. But let’s be clear—this doesn’t mean we’re suddenly friends. You stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours.”He scoffs, crossing his arms. “Trust me, that won’t be a problem.”I step between them, trying to keep the peace. “Alright, that’s enough. The point is, you both need to coexist. This isn’t about winning or l

Paul gives a casual wave. “Caspian. Desiree.” He nods to Mike, who barely acknowledges him.The tension in the room could slice through steel. I step aside, gesturing for them to come in, and they glide past me, making themselves at home in my living room as if they belong here, as if they haven’t each taken their turns stabbing me in the back.Gladys settles onto the couch with a little sigh, crossing her legs in that infuriatingly elegant way of hers. Paul leans against the armrest beside her, arms folded, looking at Mike like he’s some kind of long-lost prodigy.“So,” Gladys begins, glancing around, her gaze lingering on Desiree with a touch of disdain before settling on me. “I hear there’s been… some questions.”“Questions,” Desiree says. “That’s one way to put it.”Mike steps forward, his arms crossed over his chest, his face set in a mask of forced calm. “I want to know the truth. No more games, no more lies. I want to know where I come from.”Gladys raises an eyebrow, glancing

We find a nearby café, one of those generic places with laminated menus and too-bright lighting. It feels absurd, sitting here with Paul and Mike, the hum of idle conversation around us as if nothing has changed. But everything has changed. And even though I’m trying to keep up some semblance of composure, I can feel the tension simmering just beneath the surface. Paul glances at the menu, his mouth twisting into a smirk. “So, what are we in the mood for? Salads? Sandwiches? Maybe a nice, refreshing DNA test special?” Mike snorts, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Paul raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “What? Just trying to lighten the mood, kid. Isn’t that what you wanted?” I take a slow breath, fighting the urge to snap. “Not everything has to be a joke, Paul. Especially not this.” He leans back in his chair, folding his arms with a lazy grin. “Oh, come on, Caspian. You’ve always taken things too seriously. It’s just a test. Whatever it says, life goe

Mike leans back, his arms crossed, but I notice the way his fingers tap against his bicep, a nervous tic. “I know what you’re thinking,” he says. “But it’s not that simple.”“Oh, isn’t it?” I shoot back. “She’s dragged you through hell and back, alienated you from your family, turned your life into her personal battleground—and you’re going to tell me it’s complicated?”He flinches, just slightly, but I can see it. He swallows, and the defiance in his gaze wavers, just for a second. “I thought I could handle her. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. Maybe that I could change her, or that she’d change on her own. But she’s—she’s smarter than I gave her credit for.”“Smarter?” I raise an eyebrow, biting back a laugh that’s anything but amused. “Mike, she’s a demon unleashed.”“She wasn’t always like this,” he says, almost pleading, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as me. “At first, she was… different. Charming. She made me feel like I was the center of her world.”“Yeah,

Desiree’s father’s house is exactly what I expected—small, warm, and completely unremarkable, in that way where everything looks too familiar, too lived-in. The kind of house where mismatched throw pillows pile up on a couch that’s seen too many family arguments, and the air smells faintly of old carpet and pot roast. It’s painfully domestic, a shrine to middle-class mediocrity that makes me feel out of place the moment I step through the door.Desiree moves stiffly in front of me, her heels clicking against the scuffed linoleum floor as she walks into the living room. Her entire body language screams tension—shoulders squared, chin slightly raised, and an expression that says she’d rather be anywhere else. I know that look. It’s her battle face. She’s not here to reconnect. She’s here to endure.“Des!” Her father emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. He’s wiry, with a face that’s weathered but kind, his shirt slightly rumpled as if he’s been too busy to bother tu