Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 67: Dealing With Hurt From The Past

I flinched, the memory coming back in flashes. “Then don’t ask me to let it go when you can’t understand!” My voice came out harsh, my suppressed rage spilling over.

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Sergio’s hand fell to his side, but his eyes stayed locked on me. “I’m not asking you to let it go for them,” he pointed at my chest. “I’m asking you to let it go for you.”

I scoffed, brushing past him. “I’m good, Serg. As you can see.” I gestured to myself, to the clean shirt and trousers I had thrown on. I wanted to look composed, like I had it all together, even though I knew I didn’t.

He shook his head, his lips pressing into a faint smile. “You might look fine, but I know you, Gabe. Deep down, you’re not. You’ve carried this pain for years, and it’s killing you. The spark in your eyes is gone, and it’s been gone for a long time.”

His words hit too close to home, and I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “I don’t want to talk about this,” I gritted through my teeth.

But Sergio didn’t let up. I heard him step closer. “You’re the one who taught me about love, about family.” His voice softened, almost nostalgic. “In the past, I secretly envied how much you loved your family, Gabe. You made constant sacrifices for them. You showed me what it meant to be a man who cared.”

My head snapped back toward him, my eyes burning with anger. “And look where that got me!” I spat, my words furious. “It got me nothing. It destroyed me.”

My chest heaved as I ran a hand through my hair, trying to push the emotions down. “I’m happy you’ve found love, Serg. I really am. I hope it works out for you. But stop trying to find someone who doesn’t exist anymore.” My voice dropped, turning cold again.

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For a moment, Sergio said nothing. Then he shook his head slowly. “That’s a fucking lie, Gabe. Because I saw him yesterday in my office.”

I stiffened, my gaze narrowing.

“You thought I didn’t notice?” Sergio sounded so sure. “When it was just you and me in the office yesterday? How jealous you got, watching her with Daniel at the pool? The way you couldn’t take your eyes off her. I saw it all, Gabe from my window.

I took a step back, shaking my head. “I don’t want to talk about this.” My voice was my tone final. I turned, ready to leave, but his voice stopped me in my tracks.

“You’ve been saying the same thing for over fifteen fucking years!” Sergio’s voice rose behind me, angry. “When is it going to be the right time, Gabe? Huh? When?”

I spun around, my eyes blazing with fury.

Sergio held his hands up, his expression softening again. “Angelique hurt you, Gabe. She hurt you in a way I can’t even imagine. But she’s moved on. She’s not living with this. anymore. You are. And it’s killing you.”

of her name felt like a knife twisting in my chest. You know how badly she broke me. And yet here you are, telling me to let it go like it’s that

Gabe. I’m well aware of all the pain

took a step back, giving me space. “I’m just trying to

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help, then why the fuck is Daniel here?” My words came out like a growl, my fists clenching

his eyes filled with regret. “I thought you

getting the best of me. “I could peg you for a lot of things, but not a clown.

shoulders. He had seen me angry too many times, so I wasn’t suprised that he didn’t cower away. “Gabe,

hands stayed raised as if

moment, my breathing forceful as I reminded myself that Serg was right, he wasn’t the one who hurt me. “If you really want to help me, Sergio, then stay out of it,” I muttered, my

to never speak about that night again, and I didn’t. Not until yesterday. But I can’t do it anymore, Gabe. I

a hand through my hair as I

closer. “The spark in your eyes–it’s gone, Gabe. And it’s been gone for years. You’ve turned into someone I barely recognize, and I can’t sit back and watch it anymore.”

of me is dead! My voice cracked slightly, but I didn’t care. “He’s never coming

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just the lie you’ve been telling yourself,” he insisted, his

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pleading. “I’ve seen the way you look at Clairessa, Gabe. The way your eyes light up when she walks into

hard, soaking in the harsh reality

jealous, Gabe. I saw it the first night at dinner, and I saw it yesterday. But if you keep acting like this, pushing her away, you’re

me.”

fists trembling with anger. “He always wants to

watching me carefully. “Then do something about it, Gabe. Before it’s too late.”

don’t care for Clairessa, Serg. So he can have her.” My voice was flat,

after a moment, his tone softer now.

He barely knows her.” My voice was with contempt. “I’m sure it’s just one of his sick lies to lure

about what happened all those years ago. There’s more

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