Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 185: We Never Stood A Chance

Gabriel's POV

She was still standing there-fuming, heartbroken, stubborn as ever-and I couldn't even look at her without feeling like I was splitting in two.

This wasn't how I wanted things to go. I didn't wake up thinking I'd be the man pushing her into some twisted compromise. I never planned to dangle her dream in front of her like bait just to get her to do my bidding.

When she made it clear she didn't want this-when I saw how much she hated the deal, hated what I was asking-it made everything inside me burn.

But I had to. Because love didn't always look like roses and promises-it looked like sacrifice. Like doing the unthinkable to protect what little we had left.

She had no idea what it was costing me to sit there and play the villain.

God, I wished she understood. None of this was easy for me. Not one damn second of it.

My voice dropped. "How do I tell him that the woman he loves is also the woman I'm in love with? That I've already had her?"

The disbelief on her face was raw. "So what-you're choosing him over me? Just like that?"

"You think this doesn't hurt me?" My voice came out hoarse. "You think your heart's the only one breaking?"

She flinched, but her tone hardened. "It is, Gabriel. Because you're making the choice so damn easily. You're choosing him over us-over everything we were."

She didn't get it. This wasn't a decision. It was a slow, merciless undoing.

"It's not even about choosing," I muttered, almost to myself. "It's a mess neither of us knows how to fix."

She leaned across my desk, her face inches from mine, her breath warm against my skin.

I dragged in a tight, torturous breath. She was too close. Close enough to see the faint dark circles under her eyes-proof she hadn't been sleeping well.

Her hair was pulled back in a bun, sleek and intentional, drawing attention to the soft features of her face.

Her lips looked wet, like she'd just applied gloss. Parted slightly. Tempting.

God.

She was still the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

My body reacted before I could stop it—she always knew how to pull that out of me. It was like she didn't even have to try.

The way she moved, the way she looked at me... she awakened something I never could quite control.

"This is what you want?" she whispered, low and taunting. "For me to run back to Adrian? Seduce him... the way I seduced you?"

Her mouth brushed the edge of my jaw. My body tightened.

him. Be his

so deep inside her she'd

it was working. The image of her in Adrian's arms—his lips on her skin, his

Keep him in line. No matter the cost. That's what matters most to

want to kiss her until she was breathless-I wanted to bend her over this desk and remind her exactly who she

hovered over the contract. "You fund my app. And in return, I get your son in line. No matter what it

replayed in my mind, tormenting me. I wanted to tear the contract in half, call the whole thing off-but then there

any other man, it would've been

the truth, he'd never forgive me. I'd lose him. And I couldn't destroy what

that's what you'll get. Cold. Professional." She reached for a pen and flipped through the pages. "Just tell me where

hand shot out

over hers. For a second, we both

our breathing

even read it yet." I closed the folder gently, pulling it away

your lawyer first,

of disappointment crossed her face. "I'll have her

paused at the door, glancing

daring undertone. "And Gabriel? Don't forget-you

My heart clenched.

"The moment you dated my son... we never

Because we both

never had a chance. And now... we never

over me-rage, heartbreak,

I grunted,

it slammed

the window, as

it held some damn

it didn't. Nothing

hell had I

my fists, pressing them to the cold glass, staring out at the city

could somehow

she was a bargaining chip.

keep Adrian playing a role he didn't even want? In

I did all of this...

as his father? Or was I just too much of a coward to fight for the

chest heaved as I dragged a hand down my face, the weight

ribs

in her eyes when she begged me to

her. sŵnovel

the memory—her leaning in, taunting me with what she could do with

like a knife twisting deep in

hers? His hands on her body? Making her moan the way