His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 89

I woke up the next morning with a heavy head and a deep sense of regret. The sun was shining too brightly through the curtains, and I groaned, shielding my eyes with my hand. My mouth was dry, my thoughts hazy, and then the memories of the previous day came

flooding back.]

I sat up slowly, trying to piece together the events of the day before. The laughter, the clinking glasses, and the way I had let my emotions take control all came rushing back to me. How could I have allowed myself to get so carried away? A wave of embarrassment washed over me, and I buried my face in my hands.[]

I had definitely caused a scene at Johnson PACK. Yes, I'd gotten drunk, but it wasn't just the alcohol that was the problem. []

I had taken my revenge, though the details were a bit hazy. What really happened? I wasn't sure how much people knew, but I could feel the weight of it hanging over me.]

As I sat there, trying to piece everything together, a message popped up on my phone. It was from the training academy-an official confirmation that Cyrus had been sent off for his professional training.

I exhaled in relief. At least something good had come out of all the chaos. He needed this, a chance to focus on his future, away from everything happening here, away from my mess.

I dragged myself out of bed, threw on a robe, and made my way downstairs. The smell of coffee hit me, and I hoped a strong cup would help clear my head. []

As I entered the kitchen, I saw Carlos sitting at the table, reading the morning paper. His face was as calm and indifferent

as ever.

I mumbled, my voice barely above a

me briefly

sat down across from him, trying to act normal, as if

I mean, if he did, surely he would've said something by now. Right? Yet, as I sipped my coffee, the uneasy feeling in my gut persisted, reminding me that the truth always has a way of surfacing. I just needed to keep my cool until I could figure out

to convince myself that my embarrassing episode

was holding. My stomach dropped. There it was, right in front

face burning with shame. Carlos didn't say a word, his eyes still glued to the paper, his expression unreadable. I stared at my coffee cup, mortified, wishing

another second.

going to give Cyrus a call to check on him and see how it's going," I blurted out, pushing my chair

wall, taking deep breaths to calm myself. God, how could I

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flashing Co

my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, seeing

I hesitated for a

full of energy, too cheerful considering the

"Yeah, it

you doing? I

you had quite the night. But don't worry about it, Doris. Honestly, you've been holding it together for too long. It was about time you

been dealing with Sienna's nonsense for too long. And look, there's no way she's