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All Chapters of Mummy, please go back to Daddy.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40
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Mummy, please go back to Daddy./Goodsam
Cherry's POV I was stunned when those pictures surfaced online. I swear, I never expected this to happen—not now, not ever. The pictures were from a vacation in Paris with my ex-husband, Jack, taken years ago when we were still married. Back then, we were blissfully in love, or at least I thought we were. Jack hadn’t left yet, and life seemed perfect. He was the kind of man every woman dreamed of—a provider, a protector, someone who encouraged me to chase my dreams and even supported my education. He helped raise my daughter as if she were his own. I adored him. But Jack left. And why he left remains a mystery only he can answer. When I first saw those pictures, my heart dropped. Not because of nostalgia, but because I knew this wasn’t some random coincidence. Someone had dug them up, someone who wanted to ruin me. My reputation as a celebrity was already fragile, and this was the final nail in the coffin. As I stared at those photos plastered across every gossip site, anger bub
Last Updated : 2025-01-2232
Mummy, please go back to Daddy./Goodsam
**Cherry's POV** The air around me felt heavy, suffocating even, as I stormed down the hallway, clutching the small silver key in my palm. My mind raced, the words Dylan had said echoing in my ears like a broken record: *“I trust you. I’ve waited for ten years, and I think I can wait a little longer.”* His sincerity unsettled me, but I wasn’t about to let it deter me from my mission. The dim light at the end of the corridor flickered ominously as I approached the restricted room. The cold metallic key felt like it weighed a ton in my hand. A thousand thoughts whirled in my head, each one more chaotic than the last. Did Dylan really mean it when he said he trusted me? Or was this some kind of trap? My lips curled into a bitter smile. If he trusted me, then he was a fool. My hand trembled as I slid the key into the lock. A faint click echoed through the silence, and I hesitated, my pulse hammering in my ears. The door creaked open, revealing a dark, cavernous space beyond. A shive
Last Updated : 2025-01-2233
Mummy, please go back to Daddy./Goodsam
**Cherry's POV** The air in the room felt thick, almost suffocating, as I watched Dylan and Selena laugh over their chess game. My heart pounded erratically in my chest, the walls around me closing in. How had it come to this? Dylan, sitting in my living room, interacting with my daughter as though he belonged here. He didn't belong here. He couldn't. Not after everything he’d done. “Good evening, Mom!” Selena’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts as she rushed to hug me, her small arms wrapping tightly around my waist. Her bright smile, so innocent, so pure, tugged at my heart. “I missed you,” she said, planting a kiss on my cheek. I forced a smile, brushing her curls away from her face. “Good evening, my darling. How are you?” My voice was soft, masking the storm brewing inside me. “I’m good!” she chirped before gesturing toward Dylan. My eyes darted to him, and his gaze met mine, steady and confident. Too confident. “What are you doing in my house, Dylan?” My voice
Last Updated : 2025-01-2334
Mummy, please go back to Daddy./Goodsam
**Selena’s POV** It was all my plan from the very beginning. Every move I made, every word I said—it was all carefully thought out. Please don’t be mad at me. I just wanted a dad. Is that so wrong? I wanted to feel what it was like to have a complete family—a mom and a dad. Don’t misunderstand me, I love my mom more than anything in this world, but I’m tired of it being just the two of us. She deserves to be happy, and I think Mr. Dylan is the perfect person to make that happen. He’s kind, caring, and he always knows how to make her smile, even if she tries to hide it. My mom has been through so much, and I can see the sadness she carries, even when she doesn’t show it. I don’t know why she’s so hesitant with Mr. Dylan, but I can feel it—there’s a history there, something unresolved. The day I called Mr. Dylan with my tablet, I knew exactly what I was doing. Our kitchen light was broken, and it seemed like the perfect excuse to get him to come over. When he arrived, my mom looke
Last Updated : 2025-01-2335
Mummy, please go back to Daddy./Goodsam
**Cherry’s POV** I was thrilled when my daughter, Selena, invited me out for dinner on my birthday. For the first time in her ten years, my little girl wanted to do something special just for me. The idea that she had planned this on her own filled me with pride. When we arrived at the restaurant, my heart skipped a beat as I spotted a dessert that looked eerily familiar. It was the exact one Dylan used to make for me back when we were married. My chest tightened as memories I had buried deep resurfaced. I turned to Selena, my voice trembling slightly, and asked, "Did Dylan help you with this?" She beamed, her innocent eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, Mom! Dylan said he wanted to make your birthday extra special." For a fleeting moment, I felt something I hadn’t in years—hope. Maybe, just maybe, Dylan still cared. I smiled at Selena, trying to suppress the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. "It’s wonderful, darling. Thank you so much for this. You and Dylan made
Last Updated : 2025-01-2436
Mummy, please go back to Daddy./Goodsam
**Dylan's POV** After everything that had been happening lately, Leonard came to my office, his face pale and eyes flickering with unease. “Your mother has been arrested,” he said, his voice low, as if he were delivering a death sentence. I blinked, unable to comprehend his words. *Arrested?* My mother? The words echoed in my mind, refusing to settle. “What are you talking about, Leonard?” I asked, my voice sharp. “Why would my mother be arrested? What’s her offense?” My heart raced as panic began to creep in. This had to be some kind of mistake. Leonard hesitated, as if searching for the right words to soften the blow. “She’s been accused of murder,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Murder?” My voice came out louder than I intended. I shot up from my chair, the room spinning as his words sank in. “Who is she accused of killing, Leonard? This doesn’t make any sense!” Leonard swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “Two people. From the Studio Comp
Last Updated : 2025-01-2437
Mummy, please go back to Daddy./Goodsam
APOLOGIES FOR FREQUENT CHANGE OF POV IN THIS CHAPTER, I HAD TO GIVE DETAILS. **Selena's POV**I don’t know what’s going on. Everything is happening so fast. My mom has been arrested, and I’m struggling to process it. She’s been accused of killing Cherry’s parents and driving them into bankruptcy. It doesn’t make sense. My mom would never do something so heinous. Sure, she didn’t like Cherry, but killing her parents? No. That’s not the woman I know. I’ve been trying to contact the police, trying to plead with anyone who would listen to understand that my mom is innocent. But it’s like shouting into a void. No one cares. As I paced in my office, my hands trembled with frustration, tears burning at the corners of my eyes. The laptop screen glared back at me, displaying emails and messages that had gone unanswered. I felt utterly helpless. Suddenly, Selena burst into the room, her face pale, her small hands clutching her tablet tightly. “Dad!” she
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Mummy, please go back to Daddy./Goodsam
### Cherry's POV The fire roared around me, an inferno consuming everything in its path. My throat burned as acrid smoke clawed its way into my lungs, filling every corner of my being with a suffocating dread. My eyes watered, tears streaming down my soot-streaked face as I struggled to find even a pocket of breathable air. "Help!" I screamed, my voice hoarse and raw, barely audible over the crackling flames. I clawed at the ropes binding me to the chair, my wrists bruised and bloodied from repeated attempts to free myself. Despair settled like a weight in my chest, but it wasn't just fear for myself that crushed me. *Selena.* My daughter’s face flashed in my mind, her innocent smile a beacon of light in my darkest moment. "What will she do without me?" I whispered, tears mixing with sweat on my cheeks. My heart pounded as I thought of her small hands reaching out, searching for a mother who might never return. "No," I muttered through clenched teeth. "I can’t die here. Not lik
Last Updated : 2025-01-2739
Mummy, please go back to Daddy./Goodsam
**Cherry's POV** When Dylan asked me that question, I froze, my breath caught in my throat. I didn’t know how to respond. Sharon's words echoed in my mind, stirring my doubts and confusion. *His mom wasn’t the one who killed my parents,* she had said. But how could I trust her? After everything Sharon had done—her lies, manipulations, and schemes—I couldn’t decide if her words held any truth or were just another trick. Dylan stood there, his piercing eyes boring into mine, waiting for an answer. My heart pounded as I tried to gather my thoughts. Could I tell him the truth? What would he do if he found out I was the one who had his mother imprisoned? My chest felt tight with the weight of my dilemma. Swallowing hard, I decided to face him head-on, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Yes, I did," I admitted, my gaze unwavering. "Do you have a problem with that? I wanted justice, and I got it. That’s all that matters." His expression twisted into something that looked
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Mummy, please go back to Daddy./Goodsam
**Sharon's POV** I clenched my fists, the weight of my frustration growing unbearable. Letting her leave wasn’t part of the plan. She’s been the thorn in my side, the wedge driving Dylan further and further away from me. I still remember how he used to dote on me when she wasn’t in London—how he’d drop everything just to fulfill my every whim. Now, it’s as though I’ve been reduced to an afterthought, a shadow in the glow of her presence. I glanced over at Gabriel, who was seated across from me, a sly smirk curling at the corners of his lips. His question echoed in my mind, *“If she were dead, would you still help me?”* His words had sent a shiver racing down my spine earlier, but now, I matched his smirk with one of my own. "Gabriel," I said, my voice smooth and calculated, "you should know by now that this is a partnership. Nothing more, nothing less. Don’t take it personally." His smirk faltered, his brow furrowing as he leaned forward, his dark eyes narrowing. "Do you remem
Last Updated : 2025-01-27
