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.”

chest. You know how badly she

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

me space.

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then why the fuck is Daniel here?” My words came

his hands, his expression calm but his eyes filled with regret. “I thought you both

best of me. “I could peg you for a lot of things, but not a clown. You expect me to make peace with the man who ripped my life to

he might back off. But then he straightened his shoulders. He had seen me angry too many times, so

if trying

that Serg was right, he wasn’t the one who hurt me. “If you

on. “For over fifteen years. You asked me to never speak about that night again, and I didn’t. Not until yesterday. But I can’t do it anymore, Gabe. I can’t watch you keep

I turned away. “I don’t need you to fix me,

it’s been gone for years. You’ve turned into someone I barely recognize, and I can’t sit back and watch it anymore.”

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

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

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give your heart a second chance?” His voice was quieter now, almost pleading. “I’ve seen the way you look at Clairessa, Gabe. The way your eyes light up

swallowed hard, soaking in the harsh reality of

pressed on, his tone gentle but insistent. “You’re 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 going to lose her. Daniel really likes her, and if you don’t make

me.”

my fists trembling with anger. “He always wants

do something about it, Gabe.

bitter laugh, running a hand through my hair. “I don’t care for Clairessa, Serg. So he can have her.” My voice was

tone softer now. “We talked yesterday. He’s thinking

a second, and I scoffed, disbelief and anger flashing across my face. “Marriage? He barely knows her.” My voice was with contempt. “I’m sure it’s

happened all those years ago. There’s more to the story than you know.

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