All Chapters of Accidentally Married to my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~SophiaThe dining room was silent. Uncomfortably so. The large mahogany table, polished to perfection, reflected the golden glow of the chandelier above. Around it, Nathaniel , Ethan, Isabella, and Lily sat, each absorbed in their own thoughts, their own emotions. Lily, sitting beside me, poked at her food absentmindedly, her small fingers twirling the fork between bites. Nathaniel sat across from us, his expression unreadable, while Isabella, seated at his left, stabbed at her food with unnecessary force. Ethan, next to her, looked lost in thought, his fork barely scraping against his plate. Despite the tension, the breakfast before us was nothing short of a feast. The maids had prepared a lavish spread: golden brown pancakes stacked high, drizzled with maple syrup and topped with fresh strawberries; crispy bacon that curled at the edges; scrambled eggs cooked to perfection, fluffy and seasoned with herbs. There were croissants, their buttery scent filling the room, a plate of f

~SophiaThe morning sun filtered through the glass walls of my office, casting soft rays onto my desk as I flipped through the latest reports. The scent of fresh coffee lingered in the air, blending with the crisp scent of paper and ink. The soft hum of my computer filled the otherwise silent space."Miss Sophia, the marketing team is here," my assistant, Clara, announced through the intercom."Let them in," I responded, straightening my posture as I closed the report.A group of five professionals, led by Liam, the head of marketing, stepped in. They each carried laptops and files, prepared for our scheduled meeting."Good morning, Sophia," Liam greeted, taking a seat across from me."Morning, everyone," I said, offering a small smile. "Let's get started. What updates do you have for me?"Liam pulled up a presentation on his tablet. "Our latest campaign for the new fragrance line has been performing exceptionally well. Engagement rates have increased by 30% in the last two weeks, and

~IsabellaI stood there, watching as Sophia walked away, holding Lily’s hand tightly, as if she was shielding her from something dangerous. From me. Nathaniel’s furious eyes were locked on mine, his entire body tense, his hands clenched into fists. His gaze burned with something beyond anger—pure, unfiltered rage. I turned to him, tilting my head slightly with a smirk. “What?” I said, my voice laced with feigned innocence. “Can’t I take a walk with my stepdaughter anymore?” Nathaniel moved before I could react, closing the distance between us in two quick strides. His finger pointed sharply at me, his jaw clenched so tightly I swore I heard his teeth grind. “Whatever you’re doing, whatever this is,” he seethed, his voice low and threatening, “get Lily out of it. If anything happens to her—” I cut him off with a scoff, rolling my eyes dramatically. “Oh, please, Nathaniel,” I drawled, flipping my hair over my shoulder. “Spare me the lecture.” Without waiting for his response,

~NathanielA pounding headache dragged me out of unconsciousness, the kind that made me regret every decision I had ever made. My mouth was dry, my stomach twisted, and my entire body felt like I had been hit by a truck. I groaned, forcing my eyes open. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, but even the little sliver of sunlight that seeped through the fabric made my head throb harder. Then, it hit me. I lurched out of bed, a violent wave of nausea crashing over me. I barely made it to the bathroom before I dropped to my knees and threw up into the toilet. The bitter taste of alcohol and regret burned my throat as my stomach twisted and clenched. I gripped the edges of the toilet bowl, gasping for breath. What the hell happened last night? When my stomach finally stopped revolting against me, I leaned back, pressing a shaking hand to my forehead. I needed to pull myself together. Dragging myself up, I turned on the faucet and rinsed my mouth, the cold water bringing a

~Sophia“Flashback to Last night”I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp, the shadows stretching across the walls. Nathaniel still wasn’t home. I glanced at the clock—12:23 AM. I scoffed, rolling onto my side. “Whatever,” I muttered under my breath. “Not like I care where he went.” I reached over and turned off the lamp, pulling the blanket over me. If he wanted to disappear for the night, then fine. I wasn’t going to sit around and worry about a man who couldn’t even be honest with me. Three Hours Later I woke up with a start. The room was silent, the kind of eerie quiet that made my skin prickle. I reached for my phone, squinting at the bright screen. 3:42 AM. Nathaniel still wasn’t home. I turned on the light, my heart beginning to race. This was unusual. No matter how bad things got between us, Nathaniel never spent the night outside. I swung my legs over the bed and picked up my phone from the nightstand. D