Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

: Not A Chance In Hell

Clairessa’s POV Adrian’s words were manipulative, carefully designed to worm their way into my emotions. But the truth was undeniable–loved Gabriel. With everything in me. And yet, I was just as wrong as Adrian. The weight of that reality pressed down on me, swallowing my words, making it impossible to confront

there is,” he said, his confidence creeping back in. I arched my brow. “Oh? Do tell.” He leaned in, his voice soft, coaxing. “What would it take to have you back?” I blinked. He actually thought there was a chance? He was more delusional than I’d given him credit for. “Adrian… as you said before, you needing me back–it’s all about the restaurant, isn’t it?” “It’s not.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I could hire a restaurant consultant to turn things around. But the truth is, everything is falling apart because I haven’t been able to focus. I haven’t moved forward from you. I’m not doing well.” His confession did nothing to move me. He snorted, shaking his head. “What would it take… to fix all of this? To get us back? I miss you, Claire.” Adrian reached out across the table, his fingers brushing against mine as he tried to take my hand. But still fuming with the rage inside, I slapped his palm away. His brows furrowed as he pulled back, a mix of anger and disappointment etched into his features. Good. Let my disgust sink in. Maybe then he’d finally let me go. But instead of backing off, he leaned forward, his voice pleading. “Clairessa… please… give me something. Let me take this hurt I caused away.” His gaze searched mine, as if he actually believed there was still a chance. “There’s nothing left to give you,” I said, my voice steady. “I gave you everything I had in the two years we were together, and now…” I placed a hand over my chest. “There’s nothing left here for you.” He flinched, but I didn’t stop. “Adrian, you destroyed us. You made your choices, and now you have to live with them. Let me go.” “I can’t,” he choked out. “I’ve tried, but no matter what I do, I can’t get you out of my head.” “Then try harder,” I snapped, my tone cutting through whatever illusion he was still clinging to. The truth is, I don’t have feelings for you anymore, Adrian.” I shut my eyes for a second, pulling my emotions together. “You destroyed us. You made your choices. Now live with them and let me go.” His jaw tensed. “You’re lying. I don’t believe it. You loved me too much to just move on.” I said nothing,

wrance in Mell

of love–what it means to be loved and to love in return. He lifts me up, praises me, and never tears me down… unlike you.” I rose to my feet, burning with frustration, done entertaining his bullshit. “Adrian, there is no way on God’s green earth that we are ever getting back together. So do yourself a favor–move the fuck on.” His hand closed over mine as he stood to meet me, his grip tightening. “I’ll never let you go,” he vowed. “I’ll keep fighting to fix us.. to fix what