All Chapters of Seducing My Dad's Best Friend.: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

MATTIAS’ POV.(continued)“What?!” I said out loud, taken aback so hard my voice cracked on the first word.The officer didn’t flinch……….he just watched me.I swallowed, slowly this time, like my throat could close the panic back up if I acted fast enough.“Excuse me?” I managed to say, even though my stomach was twisting.He tilted his head slightly. Not curious……just calculating.“Did you ever get angry,” he repeated, “at Doctor Ryle… for not saving your best friend, Derry? And instead, marrying his wife?”My hands were still clenched under the table. I could feel the imprint of my own nails in my palms.That’s not even a question.That was an accusation trying to wear a question’s mask.“No,” I said immediately.The word came out too fast, too certain……..like I was trying to outrun what he’d already decided.He didn’t react.I had to force myself to slow down, to breathe, to talk like a man who wasn’t being set on fire.“I did not have anger like that,” I said. “I don’t…….I’m not th

MATTIAS’S POV.I sat in my car at our driveway, staring at thin air for God knows show long now.Thousands of thoughts swirled in my mind, but I still felt……..empty. Clueless.I knew someone had planted the idea that I was a suspect. Someone close enough to know things that weren’t just happening outside… but inside our home too. Inside our lives. Inside what we said, and what we tried to hide.Someone who knew us well…….Someone who had access.I could point to Mr. Beau first. He was always around. Always near enough to watch us………to listen to family matters, act like he belonged in our space even though he only had one job: to teach my children.But I didn’t know what he truly knew. I wasn’t sure he understood the deep, ugly experiences……..like the death of Derry, and everything that had happened after. It wasn’t like anyone sat him down and told him the full truth of how it all connected. Not with Lucas’s case still hanging over our heads……refusing to fade.God.I felt confused. Los

SHIMMA’S POVI could hardly sleep through the night. I wish Mattias wouldn’t have told me, or atleast, I wish that wasn’t the case.I kept replaying it in my head……..Mattias saying it so carefully. ‘They think I killed Doctor Ryle.’How could they of all people suspect my husband?Mattias was with us throughout. There was no time he left us in a way that could make any of this make sense. Even if he had……..l would still never suspect him. He could never hurt Doctor Ryle.I stared at the clock….it was past 3 a.m.Mattias was asleep beside me, his face turned toward my side, his arm loosely around me like he didn’t want to ever let go of me even when he was unconscious.I lay there anyway………motionless…..,letting the millions of thoughts drown out my body’s desire to rest.I tried breathing slow. I tried counting. I tried remembering how calm my life used to feel.But nothing worked.Finally, I sat up and swung my legs out of bed. “I just need… air,” I whispered to no one.I moved quiet

MATTIAS’S POVI didn’t know who had called…….an unknown number, that was all the screen showed. But it didn’t matter how many times I told myself it was nothing. The truth was, my skin didn’t believe it.I stood in the hallway, away from the kids, away from Shimma’s eyes. I kept my voice calm anyway.“Hello? Who is this?” I said, my gaze drifting upward like I hoped it wasn’t any bad news.But strangely, there was no response.Just dead silence……like the caller was still breathing on the other end but refusing to speak.My jaw tightened. My fingers were still damp from earlier nerves, and I hated that my body was giving me away.“Who is this?” I repeated, slower this time. “Talk to me. What do you want?” I said, my voice rising.There was nothing…..No words. No background noise.Just nothing……..and that nothing crawled under my skin.Then the call ended abruptly.The screen went dark so fast it felt like a hand had snatched the air out of my lungs.I gasped, staring down at the phone

SHIMMA’S POV.I stared at Mr Beau in confusion.He knew too well we weren’t ready to receive guests…..especially not after what happened. Especially not when the surrounding around the house still felt heavy with suspicion and fear.His smile looked practiced, too smooth. His eyes…..those eyes……looked eager.Not worried. Not concerned. Eager.I turned my gaze slightly toward the guards who stood by the entrance door, as if to check whether they’d suddenly decide to tell me what he was doing here. But they only shifted awkwardly, pretending they hadn’t just watched him argue his way into our gate.Then I looked back at him.“You know you weren’t supposed to be here… right?” I asked, my voice low but firm……the kind of tone that tries to keep my panic from showing.Mr Beau’s lips parted like he was ready with an instant answer.“I just…” he began.“No.” I cut in before his excuses could become believable. “Not with everything going on.”I felt my pulse in my throat…..anger too…..because