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.”

felt like a knife twisting in my chest. You know how badly she broke me. And yet here you

well aware of all the pain she caused you. I was there

giving me space. “I’m just trying

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tried to calm my temper. “If you really want to help, then why the fuck is Daniel here?” My words came out like a

calm but his eyes filled with regret. “I thought you

of things, but not a clown. You expect me to make peace with the man who ripped my life to shreds? A

angry too

hands stayed raised as if trying to pacify me.

him for a long 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

me to never speak about that night again, and

a step back, running a hand through my hair as I turned away. “I don’t need you to fix me,

not,” Sergio’s voice broke slightly as he stepped 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

Can’t you see? That version of me is dead! My voice cracked slightly, but I

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shook his head slowly. “Maybe that’s just the lie you’ve been telling yourself,” he insisted, his voice full of

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seen the way you look at Clairessa,

hard, soaking in the harsh reality of Sergio’s

first night at dinner, and I saw it yesterday. But if you

me.”

I grunted, my fists trembling with anger. “He always wants to take everything away

tilted his head, watching me carefully. “Then do something about it,

Clairessa, Serg. So he can have her.” My voice was flat, cold,

a moment, his tone softer now.

scoffed, disbelief and anger flashing across my face. “Marriage? He barely knows her.” My

told me everything, about what happened all those years ago. There’s more to the story than you know. If you’d just give him a chance to

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