Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 168: She Was Always So Damn Stubborn

Gabriel's POV

I gripped the steering wheel. "Clairessa-"

"You made it clear you're never going to forgive me," she said, cutting me off. Her voice trembled. "So it's better if I go. At least that way, I don't have to stand next to you, knowing you think the worst of me."

She paused, her eyes glassy. "That look in your eyes... like I'm something filthy. It's more than I can take. So please... just let me go."

And then she turned and walked away.

Just like that.

For a moment, I just stared at her, stunned. Her words tried to cut deep into my heart, but I fought it off.

How dare she try to make this about my reaction to her betrayal, when she should be grateful—that I was offering her a hand when she deserved far worse for what she'd done?

This felt like classic manipulation, just like she'd done before. And I was on the edge of giving in to the voice telling me to turn back... but I couldn't.

Watching her stumble through the storm, drenched and defeated by the rain...

It tore something inside me apart.

I couldn't let her go. Not like this.

I swerved the car, tires screeching as I cut in front of her, stopping dead in the middle of the road. There was no way she could get past me now.

Leaving the engine running, I slammed the door and stepped out. The rain hit hard, soaking me within seconds as I strode toward her.

"Get in the car, Clairessa." My voice was low, firm, as I yanked open the passenger door. "I'm not saying it again."

She froze-just for a moment-then silently walked around and climbed in.

Inside, she sat stiff and silent, her body trembling. Soaked clothes clung to her skin, and her teeth were lightly chattering. She didn't look at me. Didn't say a word.

My eyes darted between the road and her small, shivering frame.

A part of me still burned-maybe she deserved the cold. The rain. Maybe letting her freeze was justice. But watching her shake like that... it twisted something inside me.

I swallowed hard, then ripped off my coat and held it out. "Here."

She looked at me, surprised-like she didn't expect kindness from me anymore.

If only she knew how much it cost me.

Her fingers brushed mine as she took it, and in that one fleeting second-I felt it again.

That same damn spark.

Even now.

Even after everything

When we got back into the house, it felt like the cold had sunk straight into my bones. But I was sure mine was nothing compared to Clairessa's-she'd been out in the rain far longer than I had.

She stood in the living area, soaked through, her clothes clinging to her skin. Water pooled at her feet, and her arms were wrapped tightly around herself, as if she could hold the warmth in. Her body trembled-shivering so violently her teeth practically chattered.

It wasn't just the cold. It was everything.

And I knew then... I had pushed her too far.

I turned on the heater immediately, then made my way into my room to fetch her something warm to change into. A hoodie. Sweatpants. Thick socks. Something— anything—to stop the cold from tearing through her.

When I came back to the living room, she was no longer there.

I found her in the guest room, standing in nothing but her pants and bra. Her soaked clothes lay in a heap at her feet. Her body trembled under the dim light, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.

I paused abruptly.

I muttered, turning away, giving her privacy- even though, once upon a

of that body like

awkwardness between us was laughable. After everything

said softly. "It's your house. And there's no part

miss the

my own words back at me and she wasn't wrong. So why the hell was

replied, turning back around, unable to stop my eyes from raking over

as a wave

my body still reacted so

it on the wall behind her, like that would keep me from

only came to give you these," I said, holding out the

them over, I set

didn't trust myself around her, and staying in that room a second

turned to leave quickly, decisively when

"Gabriel... thank you."

words, paired with a faint, exhausted

gave a

And walked away.

been over two hours since I

on my back, eyes wide open, staring at the

already changed into dry clothes, cranked up the heater, done everything

sleep refused

up, dragging a hand down

that would

the room and settled at the massive desk. It

escape my distraction.

doubted it would work, but

eyes scanned figures-profits, projections,

screen.

should've brought me pride. Satisfaction. But right

of my unrest wasn't profit

She was downstairs.

Clairessa.

lied her way into my life-yet I'd still chased after

Fuck.

still

leave her out in the storm to freeze. I chased after her- brought her back in and gave

trying to will her out of my mind, that

kept pressing in.

Go check on her.

Still shivering? Had the heater done its

jaw and shoved the

wasn't going to check on her. I meant it

something to calm the

veik

would help. Not coffee I needed something

and chamomile rose with the steam. I held the mug close, letting

rain had slowed to a drizzle, tracing down the

buzzed

pulled it out and

Adrian.

so I stopped by the restaurant to check on things. and

> -A.

I exhaled deeply.

on purpose.

urgent-needed my signature in

why Tems couldn't just bring it over or send it

it had

the contract.

house.

to confront Clairessa