Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 155

Clairessa’s POV

Gabriel’s jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with an emotion I couldn’t quite name.

He turned to Tina, who had slipped on a robe, and gave her a look that sent a chill through me. “Wait for me outside.”

Of course, she obeyed like a loyal little pet, slamming the door behind her and locking us both in.

He had the nerve—the audacity—to ask her to wait. Like I was the one interrupting something special. Like I was the problem.

He turned back to me slowly, his expression darkening into something harder, more detached. “Clairessa, you’ve taken it too fucking far,” he warned, then took a slow breath, his chest rising and falling as he tried to regulate himself.

He tried to play it calm, but it was too late for that. “If you can’t be reasonable, maybe we should—”

“So now you're kicking me out?” I exploded, my chest heaving. “Because I caught you with your ex? The one you swore you were done with?”

My throat tightened, and the tears I’d been holding back finally spilled over. “You lied. You said she meant nothing to you. But clearly, she’s still yours.”

“She’s not mine,” Gabriel said through clenched teeth, dragging a hand down his face, weariness etched into every line.

“I drank too much. I can’t remember everything from last night. I’m just trying to figure it out. But I can’t think straight with you yelling—”

“And by the way,” he added, his voice quieter now, “I would never kick you out. I’m just asking you to calm down. Let’s talk—really talk—without all this shouting. Without saying things we’ll regret in the end.”

I laughed sarcastically. “Now you’re worried about us hurting each other? Or maybe what you really care about is your precious ego—the one that can’t handle the truth of who you really are.”

His eyes narrowed as he paced slightly. “I refuse to argue with you when you’re like this. You’re clearly emotional, and there’s no reasoning with you right now.”

That flipped a switch inside me.

A surge of molten fury rose from deep within. “So now I’m just the emotional woman, right?” My voice rose with each word. “You’re caught half-naked with someone else, and I’m the one being irrational?”

“That’s not what I’m saying—”

“No, Gabriel. Don’t you dare. Gaslighting and manipulation? That’s a new low, even for you—and you bloody know it!” I shouted, my voice cracking with the pain burning in my chest.

“Don’t use such horrible words to describe me,” he snapped, his temper flaring. “Especially when they’re not true.”

“Then tell me the truth,” I demanded. “What’s your excuse? My ex said he cheated because I didn’t give him enough sex. So what’s your reason? Was I too innocent? Too inexperienced? Not enough for you?”

Every word cut like glass, bleeding with the fear and anguish that I wasn’t enough—that no matter what I gave, I’d always be replaced.

“You’ve always been enough for me,” he said, his voice full of raw honesty. But I knew better.

He stepped toward me, lifting a hand to brush my cheek, trying to wipe the tears from my face.

I jerked back. I couldn’t stand his touch.

“Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve never wanted anyone else. No one comes close. I would know, because—”

“Liar!” I screamed, silencing him. My voice cracked—just like my heart. “No one else comes close, and yet I walk in on you with her—naked! What do you call that? Love? Loyalty?”

“I didn’t plan this—”

“Oh, how convenient,” I snapped. “You didn’t plan to betray me. She just stumbled into your bed? Give me a break.”

“Maybe... At this moment, I can't vouch for you. But what I do know for sure is that you're just like every other man—unable to keep it in your pants, just like my ex. Don’t pretend you’re some model of discipline, Gabriel. You have no—”

“You know that’s not true,” he rasped, cutting me off. “I’ve built my life on discipline, on control. But last night... I was vulnerable. I let my emotions cloud my judgment because I was hurting.”

Hurting?

I stared at him, repulsed. “Well, this is my version of hurting. We’re done. I never want to see you again.” My voice dropped to a strained whisper. “It’s over. We’re over.”

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