Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 154

Clairessa’s POV

Standing in front of Gabriel’s apartment at 6 a.m. was crazy—completely unhinged, really. I knew that. I knew it the moment I stepped out of the cab and walked up the steps. Who just shows up at someone’s home without calling first?

But when the man you love—who doesn’t just claim to love you but proves it daily—suddenly ghosts you, ignores your texts, doesn’t take your calls for two whole days, and then invites you to another dinner he doesn’t show up to... that breaks all the rules.

Moreover, rules didn’t matter anymore.

Not when my chest was tight with fear, anger, and disappointment. Not when I had this gut feeling that something was wrong—that she had something to do with this. Nicole. It had to be her.

I was here to confirm it. I deserved to know the truth.

Before I could listen to the little voice in my head urging me to turn back, I quickly typed in the code. Of course I knew it.

Gabriel’s home was quiet—just as I imagined. Though he was an early riser, he preferred keeping things calm and undisturbed, especially in the mornings.

Still, I half expected to find him sipping his coffee with his laptop open or pacing the room on a call.

I tiptoed up the stairs, hoping to catch him mid-prep for work. Maybe I’d see that familiar frown he wore when stressed. Maybe I’d catch a glimpse of guilt in his eyes. Something. Anything.

But nothing prepared me for what I walked into.

I opened the bedroom door.

There he was—Gabriel—lying in bed with a woman wrapped around him, her head resting on his chest.

The air rushed out of my lungs as if someone had punched me in the stomach.

My heart seemed to stop. Then came the wave—an overwhelming, crashing storm of betrayal, pain, and rage.

Every emotion hit me at once, leaving me breathless and stunned. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move. All I could do was scream.

“Gabriel! What the hell?!”

He jerked awake, disoriented, shock written across his face as his gaze met mine. The woman beside him stirred, her messy hair falling over her face.

And then I recognized her.

Tina.

The model from the restaurant I went to with Gabriel a few weeks ago. The one he introduced as just a friend. The one he swore he was done with.

He was a liar. A goddamn liar.

She sat up casually, completely naked—her perfect model body on full display. She gave me a slow smirk before standing and strutting toward me with confidence, as if this were just another morning in her home.

And maybe it was.

Maybe I was the outsider here.

I stood there, pointing a shaky hand at Tina, who had just walked into the closet.

“So this is why you’ve been ignoring me?” My voice cracked. “She’s why you stood me up last night?”

Gabriel rubbed his temples, clearly hungover, his eyes dark and bloodshot.

His gaze was unfocused as he tried to make sense of what was happening. “No—Clairessa, it’s not what it looks like.”

The sight of him—his bare chest, the sheets slipping down to his hips—should’ve sent heat coursing through me, but the only heat I felt now was the sting of rage in my blood.

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