Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 174

Chapter 175: She's Not Moving In With Us

Gabriel's POV

I sat at the dining table, seething, the rage in me growing hotter every goddamn second.

Across the table, Adrian and Clairessa sat so close their arms brushed. He leaned in, whispering something in her ear. She smiled-smiled like she loved whatever nonsense he was feeding her.

My blood burned.

Her eyes met mine once. Just once.

Then she looked away like I didn't exist. Like I hadn't given her twenty-four hours to tell him the truth.

And judging by the way he looked at her-like she was some innocent angel who saved his life-she hadn't said a word.

It was more than obvious she hadn't told him a damn thing.

She was still pretending. Same as always.

But she had no idea what hell I'd unleash if she kept this up.

God... I was going to-

I couldn't even say it.

Couldn't bring myself to hate her, no matter how much I wanted to.

Especially not when she was sitting beside my son, touching him, smiling for him

—and jealousy slammed into me like a punch to the ribs.

Shit. How could I still want the same woman my son was in love with?

How could I still ache for her?

Fuck...

She had him so tightly wrapped around her finger he couldn't see straight. Infatuated. Lost. Blind.

He was caught in her web now, just like I had been. And Clairessa-she was the one spinning it. Seducing both of us. Playing both sides.

Lying through those soft lips.

I dug my nails into my palms beneath the table, forcing myself to stay put.

No.

No, this wasn't Adrian's fault.

She was the one who shattered everything.

The reason I couldn't look at my own son without feeling betrayed.

And now she sat there, acting like she was innocent.

Like none of it had happened.

Like she hadn't torn my goddamn soul apart.

And fuck-I had to do something before she ruined us both.

Just as the rage clawed closer to the surface, Gretchen's voice cut in.

brightly as she turned to him, "I'm dying to hear how you two

up, a boyish grin spreading

in our final year of college. First day of

chuckled, turning to

I didn't challenge him—I just corrected an

"I like

laughed. "Claire had no mercy. She

still smiling. "You

challenging me

things I love about her. She

Love.

twisted in my

glanced at me

for a second before drifting

was watching the kind of

imagine," Adrian said, sliding his hand

She stiffened.

I saw it.

she didn't pull

was all it

my fists under the table, willing myself

tear them apart screamed through

conversation away, her voice tight and too polished. "Adrian, you're being too

Claire. I met her earlier in the kitchen-she's a doll. I can't wait to

like a goddamn fool. “She might seem shy now, but once you get to know

added sweetly. "Welcome to the

faint, uneasy smile. "Thank

She makes me want to be

That was it.

the floor as I leaned forward, slamming my

cut through the

eyes turned

my seat, jaw clenched, fury

speak, her tone cautious. "Mr. Storm, I—I'm

upset me," I said, voice low, eyes locked on Adrian.

straightened, confusion flashing across his face.

what matters most-like that should be your priority-when your life is still in ruins. You should be rebuilding

the light fading from his

the humiliation he'd

shifted in his seat, visibly

what you said. I'm ready to turn

off guard.

voice firm. "I want

pride rose

this

Some sense has been knocked into you. We leave for the city tomorrow. You start

he

condition," Adrian added,

it, I knew. Whatever composure I had left was about to

torn to shreds.

coldly. "Let's not forget who's doing

aware," he replied, jaw tight. "You've made that

enough." I leaned forward, voice like steel. "You're broke. Homeless. You should be on your knees thanking me for even entertaining this.

stepped in, her voice gentle. "Mr. Storm, maybe we should

her a grateful nod. "Thanks,

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