All Chapters of Mummy, please go back to Daddy.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

002Dylan’s povThere were two things I hated right now, first was my life and what’s left of it and second was Cherry. Getting married to her was the biggest mistake of my life and I hated it.I hated that I couldn’t live my life like I had always planned to or be with the one I actually wanted.I didn’t understand why she thought it was a good idea to even try to pursue me in this helpless marriage, one that I was fighting hard to get out of.All I wanted, truly was my mate Phoebe. Yes I did have a mate and yes I loved her more than anything. I found her a few months after I got married to Cherry. It was as thrilling as it was excruciating. I was glad that I found her but I couldn’t be with her in the ways that I wanted.But ever since then we had been seeing each other and she was understanding of my predicament. She told me she would wait until after my divorce with Cherry on the condition that I never touch her to which I immediately agreed.As I drove to her house, I could feel

004Rated 18+CHERRY’S POVI didn’t know what I was feeling. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. From our kiss I could tell that we were both trying to show the emotions we were feeling.Anger, frustration and lust.Dylan had his hand plastered at the back on my neck to hold me in place. His body was already flushed on my, pressed firmly as he devoured my mouth. What is this feeling? My back arched and I pressed my chest onto his, pulling him by the collar impossibly closer. I heard Dylan groan and his hips grinding onto mine. He was already rock hard and I was glad to see that I was the reason for it, even though he was drunk. Did I care though? Absolutely not.He’s been the one I’ve wanted all this while. I finally was going to have him. Dylan pulled away from the kiss abruptly with a frown on his face. I thought that he had sobered up and the thought made my body tense. His eyes bore into mine as he stood frozen. I was confused and I felt vulnerable, what was he g

**Cherry’s POV** When Selena ran to Dylan, my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. I felt as if someone had pierced my chest with an invisible dagger. Warm sweat trickled down my face, soaking the edges of my collar. My breaths came in short, shallow gasps, but the next question shocked me to my core. “Who is she?” Dylan’s voice was cold, sharp, and unfamiliar. I opened my mouth to answer, but no sound came out. My voice was trapped in my throat, choked by the weight of his question. My hands trembled at my sides, and my knees threatened to buckle. Depression, frustration, and a sense of being utterly stranded wrapped around me like a suffocating fog. “It… It’s not what you think,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. Before I could say more, Jake stormed in, his face contorted in anger. His usually warm brown eyes now burned with a fire I had never seen in all the years of our marriage. “What?!” he barked, his voice echoing in the room. “How could she call him

Dylan’s POVI had spent the last decade torturing myself, haunted by Cherry’s absence. The memories of her smile, the way her hair would fall in waves over her shoulders, the warmth of her touch—these were the things I couldn’t escape. My mind replayed every argument, every moment I could have made things right, but never did. My heart ached for her, even after all these years.I knew it was my fault. I had been too proud, too stubborn. She was the one person who could have understood me, but I had let her slip away. I still couldn’t bring myself to forgive the things I had said to her, the things I had done. And yet, I couldn’t stop searching for her, either. I combed through every corner of the internet, trying to find a trace of her, but I always came up empty-handed.Still, something deep inside me told me I would find her one day. That intuition had always been with me, like a whisper in my soul. I couldn't explain it, but I felt it. I told myself, "Soon. I will see her again." A

**Cherry’s POV**I hung up the call and hurried back into the competition room, scanning the crowd for Selena. My heart pounded against my chest. Where was she? Panic set in as I moved through the rows of people, searching desperately. Then, amidst the chatter and clamor, I overheard someone say she’d won the competition. Relief flooded me, but it was short-lived. I needed to grab her and leave—fast. Dylan could not see me. He must not see me.As I stepped out into the hall, my footsteps quick and determined, a sharp voice cut through the air. My body tensed. It wasn’t until I turned the corner that I saw her—my daughter—standing stiffly in front of a woman I instantly recognized. That face. It was etched in my memory, even after all these years. She had been a guest at our wedding…with Dylan. My breath hitched. Sharon. And now she was his fiancée.Before I could process it fully, I realized what was happening. Sharon was towering over Selena, her voice sharp and accusatory. Selena’s