Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

DYLAN

I’ve waited for Beckett until it was dark outside, but there’s no sign of him. I glance at the clock, and it’s already past midnight. I tried calling his cell, but he’s not answering.

Sarah’s presence in our house bothers me so much that it makes it hard for me to sleep. I can’t deny that I feel threatened by her sudden reappearance. Sarah was right. I always knew that Beckett would never stop loving her. But those passionate nights we shared together make me think otherwise. It gives me hope that somehow Beckett finally learned to love me.

Though I’m scared to confront him, I wasn’t planning on sharing the same house with his ex. I don’t want to give up, but what choice do I have? I wanted to fight for our marriage, but how will I do that when I know that I’m the only one who wants to stay in this marriage?

Should I just give up? Is this the right time for me to let go of this unrequited love I had for Beckett for the longest time?

I decided to go to the kitchen to grab some milk to help me fall asleep. I went out of our room and was heading towards the kitchen when I heard murmurs along the corridor. I moved as silently as possible as I tried to confirm my suspicion. I clenched my chest when I saw Beckett and Sarah talking right around the corner of the hallway.

“You should tell her the truth, Beckett,” Sarah said.

What truth? What are they hiding from me?

“I told you, I’m going to handle this on my own. I’m going to tell her about it, but not right now,” Beckett answered.

What is it that he needs to tell me? That they are moving in together and that he’s going to choose her over me? My heart was stricken with the thought of Beckett finally leaving me for good. I tried to be strong, acting as if I were ready to let him go, but I wasn’t. I feel like my world is about to shatter just at the thought of it.

“She deserves to know the truth, Beckett. And my son needs his father. Did you think you could just keep us hidden away, like some dirty little secret? If that’s your plan, then we’re leaving,” she threatened. She turned to go, but Beckett swiftly grabbed her arm.

“Don’t do this, Sarah. You can’t take my son away from me.”

His words were like a thunderclap, echoing through my mind and shattering every fiber of my being. That child–he’s Beckett’s son? No, it couldn’t be. Beckett wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t betray me like this.

My legs felt like jelly, barely holding me up as I stood there, staring at the scene unfolding before me. Sarah’s eyes were blazing with fury, and Beckett’s face was a mask of desperation. It was like I was trapped in a nightmare, one I couldn’t wake up from.

“Is it true?” I managed to choke out, my voice trembling.

They both turned in my direction at once. Shock was etched on Beckett’s face. His eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of guilt there, but also something else–fear.

“Dylan, what are you doing there? How long have you been listening?” he asked with a frown on his forehead.

“Long enough to hear everything I need to know,” I answered with a cold tone.

Sarah yanked her arm free from Beckett’s grasp, her expression softening slightly as she looked at me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause a scene,” she said, and for a moment, I believed she might actually mean it. “We’ll just leave. Please pretend none of this happened. I didn’t mean to ruin anything,” she added, her voice tinged with regret.

My anger flared up like a wildfire. “Then don’t! You shouldn’t have come back! Get out of my house and bring your bastard son with you.” I hadn’t even finished my sentence when a sharp pain exploded across my cheek. My eyes widened in shock. Beckett had slapped me. He had never raised his hand to me before. But the worst part was that he did it in front of Sarah, the love of his life.

“Beckett!” Sarah grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away.

“Don’t you dare call my son a bastard. At least Sarah gave me a son,” he spat, his words laced with venom.

I was left for words while I was clutching my stinging cheek. “Did you just slap me?” I whispered, my voice trembling with hurt and disbelief.

Beckett’s face was twisted with a mixture of anger and guilt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. But I won’t just stand here while you are insulting my son,” he said, his voice still harsh. “Yes, you heard it right. Sarah and I had a son.”

“No…no…no. T- That can’t be true. Because if it is, that means…” I hang my words in the air. I had no strength, so I said it out loud. Just the thought of it was more than enough to shatter my very being.

“Sarah and I slept together before the wedding,” Beckett admitted, his voice a strained whisper, as if the confession itself were physically painful.

Sarah’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she turned to me. “I’m truly sorry. I never wanted to come between you two. I just wanted what was best for my son.”

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