MY OBSSESSED EX-HUSBAND

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hed my suitcase, the night ai

he world I'd left behind. The warmth, the security-it h

ather appeared at the top of the stairs, his gaze instantly narrow

at this hour?" he asked, his voi

e. "Dad... I left Nathan...he cheated," I managed, my voice breaking. I

he said, his words laced with a venom I hadn't heard from him in years. "I told you what he really was. And now he's put

ered, pleading, but his anger

ch, a parasite. I knew it from the beginning, and you didn't listen. The rich do not mingle

ely able to hold his gaze. "But, Dad, please, don't do anything. I don't want him to think he still has any power over m

ftening as he saw the truth in my eyes. Slowly, he reached out,

e letting him keep what's yours." He pulled back, his gaze serious as he wiped the tears from my f

want every deal, every contract I secured for him-taken back. It'

t of pride in his eyes. "I couldn't agree more." He

one already in hand as he dialed th

lving contracts, and ending deals Nathan had built his false empire

o me, his face softening. "Now, my dear, that pa

you, Dad. Really. I... I didn't

on't have to do anything alone. And starting tonight and hencefo

y" I force

re now!" He growled a

me to my room, offering soft-spoken reassurances

world, my bed. How much I missed it. I cuddled my teddy,

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. I blinked, momentarily disoriented, before sad memories came flooding back. A pang of bitterness hit me, sharp and unexpected. For years, I had

, helping me bathe and dressing me in a simple but elegant outfit. I allowed myself

aper folded beside his plate. He looked up as I entered,

, gesturing to the seat across f

l smile as I took my seat, the familiarit

flashed with a breaking news alert. A familiar face appea

ared bankruptcy following an unexpected series of business setbacks. Rumors

photo filled the screen, his expression tense, his eyes hollow. He looked

Turn that off," he barked, his tone harsh as h

eaching out to still his hand. "I.

of concern mingling with his anger. "Are you

yself. "Dad, there's... there's s

his expression unr

ed, the words feeling foreign an

d myself, expecting anger, disappointment-anyt

me, and you'll have everything you need to make a life for yourself and your ch

d. But... I don't want to rely on just that. I want to build something for myself. Nathan always sai

was admiration in his gaze.

want to go back to school, to start

his face, but he nodded. "If that's