Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 182

Chapter 182: She Put Me In This Position

Gabriel's POV

"Mom, please don't go... come back..."

My voice cracked in the dark as I reached for her-but the door slammed before I could move.

I jolted awake, heart pounding, drenched in sweat.

The alarm blared beside me like it wanted to yank me out of more than sleep.

4:30 AM.

I shut it off and sat there, breathing hard, trying to understand why that dream had come back-after all these years.

I hadn't thought about her in so long. I buried that part of my life so deep I almost convinced myself it never happened.

But her face lingered-clear as day.

That day—when she packed her bags, shouted that she was done, and walked out to be with another man. She didn't look back. Just said my dad would hear from her lawyer about the divorce papers, then slammed the door like we were nothing.

She left us like we were just another chapter she couldn't wait to rip out.

I was ten.

My dad-God. He picked up the pieces. I still remembered the look in his eyes, the way he forced a tired smile through all that heartbreak. He never broke down in front of me, but I saw it. I saw him fight battles no man should've fought alone.

Friends swindled him. Partners backstabbed him. But he kept going. He worked himself into the ground to give me food, clothes—a shot at something better. He never let me feel like I lacked anything, even when we had nothing. He didn't let my mother's betrayal harden him.

He taught me what love looked like-even after she tore him apart.

A few years later, he met my stepmother, Lydia. He found love again, and something in both of us began to heal.

She was everything my mother wasn't-gentle, kind, patient. She never tried to replace my mom. She didn't need to. She became something better.

She made our house a home again.

She loved my dad the way he deserved. She loved me like I was hers, no

questions asked. That was the first time I believed in love again.

Real love.

Peaceful. Safe. Whole.

I wanted to repay them for everything. Buy them a house. Give them the comfort they never had.

That became my dream. My drive.

But life doesn't care about dreams.

A car crash took my parents while I was still in university.

That's when Angelique and I reconnected.

When I was at my lowest. When I needed someone-anything-to fill the void.

I mistook that need for love.

I married her right after college, too young, thinking I could rebuild what I'd lost.

I wanted stability. Something permanent.

But she cheated. Lied. Left me with a son-the same way my mother had left my father.

Even when Clairessa asked about my mom, I told her about my stepmom-the one who died in the crash-and left out my dad, who died too.

My real mom? She might still be out there, chasing her dreams. She never reached out, and I never went looking.

Honestly, I forgot I even had another mother besides Lydia.

She was the one who taught me everything that mattered-how to be kind, how to

be selfless, how to treat a woman. How to love. How to cook. The list goes on.

I never talk about those years. Never told anyone the full story. Maybe I thought if

it deep enough,

things we bury always find

And now... Clairessa.

just hurt me-she deceived me. On purpose. And it tore open wounds I thought had long since healed. Not just the ones left by my ex-wife, but the ones buried

hurt me-she was the one I loved the most. The one I would've done anything for.

wreckage-I let her in. I thought she was different. I

I'd

But I did.

in love

now I

Because of Adrian.

I have left. The only family I've got. We've been through

the moment Angelique left-Adrian was just a boy, too scared to sleep alone

her money, a house, whatever she wanted-just to come back for him. But she

up blew opportunities, burned through my money —I never turned my back on him. I kept hoping he'd grow, kept protecting him. He was still my little

just a father's foolish kind of

to the bathroom, still hearing the echo

letting the hot

then stepped into black tailored slacks

Today mattered.

was starting at

him, he

I should've felt proud.

And I did.

Mostly.

collar in the mirror,

Clairessa.

How was she doing?

coming in

agree

wanted to text

if she was

But I couldn't.

myself space was best. That pulling away was

protected all of us.

didn't

want her

what made it worse-knowing that

lie. Even after

it wasn't just the

Not really.

hadn't dated Adrian-if Adrian wasn't in love with her-maybe I

forgiven her.

together. Even right this moment, I should have been by

But now?

move forward knowing it

to fight my

to step

no clean

where everyone made

And I hated it.

putting me in this

myself

the part of me still trying to use

Adrian on track.

was selfish. I

this if

believed he could

of this would've

something.

my cuffs, looked in the mirror one last time, and

this

my way down

dark that usually belonged to me

else.

neck, still

routine. I

No

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