Semua Bab My Cheating Boyfriend Dumped Me, I Stole His Dad's Heart: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Desiree has been silent for a long time, still processing the bomb I just dropped. She looks up at the fresco again, her eyes tracing the details with more interest.Then she turns back to me. “I had no idea... I mean, this painting alone... Caspian, this is... it’s stunning.”I shrug, trying to play it off, even though I can see she’s genuinely impressed. “He’s always been the artistic one in the family.”“And you’ve just... had this here, in your bedroom, hidden away from the world?”"It’s not hidden," I say. "Only special people get to see it."Her eyes grow soft, making me want to pull her closer. "Well, I’m honored," she says. "I can’t believe I’m sleeping under an Indigo Phoenix original."I chuckle softly. "Now you know."She stares at the painting again. "How long did it take him to create this?""Several weeks. He stayed here to finish it." I watch her face as she continues to admire it. "Tell me, what’s the first thing that comes to mind when you look at it?"She pauses for

I frown. Who is he, and why is he tagging along? He wasn’t introduced to anyone, yet here he is, strolling behind Mabel like he's part of the bridal party. No one else seems to notice—or care.Helena must catch my confusion because she leans in and whispers, “Do you know him?”I shake my head. “Not a clue.”Helena glances at the guy, her eyes narrowing for a second. “Weird. He’s been lurking since I got here. Maybe he’s some friend of Mike?”“Maybe,” I say, though I’m not convinced. Mike runs in a completely different circle—this guy doesn’t fit. His casual demeanor and constant focus on Mabel feel... off. And the way Mabel keeps stealing glances at him tells me there’s more going on here than just a wedding dress fitting.As we all shuffle into the dressing room, the space feels suddenly too small. Mabel is in full bride mode, chatting excitedly with the seamstress while the rest of us settle in around her. But my eyes keep drifting back to the stranger. He stands off to the side, le

There’s a naked man in my living room.Okay, he’s not completely naked, but boxers and flip-flops hardly count as fully dressed. I freeze, feeling like a stranger in my own home, waiting for this half-clothed intruder to acknowledge me. But he doesn't. He didn’t even hear me come in—he’s got AirPods in his ears, his eyes are closed, and he's lounging like he owns the place.I realize standing here like a stalker isn’t getting me anywhere. I have to be the one to break the ice."Hi," I say, stepping forward, trying not to sound too awkward.Nothing. He doesn’t flinch. Not even a twitch. Great. I move closer, hesitating just a second before I reach out and tap him gently on the shoulder.His eyes snap open. Wide, unblinking, and... strange. His irises aren’t round—they’re vertical, like a cat’s. I nearly take a step back. Contact lenses, maybe? Whatever it is, they’re unsettling.He stares at me for a moment, not moving, just... staring. Then, after what feels like an eternity, he fina

Paul is laughing, clearly enjoying himself. “You’d make a perfect sculpture, Desiree. The height, size, and weight are perfect.”“Are you insane?” I snap, still dangling in his grip. “Put. Me. Down.”Paul doesn’t move immediately. His grin widens. “No, seriously,” he continues, ignoring my protests, “you’ve got that whole elegant-yet-dramatic look going on. You’d be the centerpiece of any gallery.”“I don’t care,” I growl, swatting at his arm, “I’m not your art project! Put me down before I—”Before I can finish my sentence, the front door swings open, and Caspian walks in. Oh, shit.I freeze. I didn’t even hear his car pull into the driveway. And now, here I am, in the middle of the living room, cradled in another man’s arms—his brother’s arms, no less.The color drains from my face as I catch Caspian’s eyes. His eyes are narrowed. His usual calm demeanor shifts into something darker. Tension floods the room instantly. He doesn't say a word, but the expression on his face says enoug

I can’t let her walk away without knowing what’s going on in her head. She’s shutting me out, and I don’t know why. What changed? What did I do?I catch up to her as she reaches the hallway. “Wait, Desiree. What are you saying?” I sound more desperate than I mean to, but I don’t care. “You don’t think so? What does that even mean? We’re married. You’re mine—I’m yours. That’s how this works.”She stops, but she doesn’t turn around. Her back is stiff, like she’s trying to hold something back. For a moment, I think she might finally answer me. But when she does, her words are cold.“That’s the problem, Caspian. I’m not something you own. And right now… I’m not even sure I want to be yours.”Her words hit me hard. My heart feels heavy, and I can’t think of what to say. Before I can respond, she keeps walking, disappearing down the hallway. I can’t just let her go. Not like this.I follow her. She’s climbing the stairs quickly, as if she’s trying to get away from me. I push myself to catch