Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 559

Then afterwards, I plan to take her to dinner.

The door to my office opened, and my head Gamma, Derek, walked in.

“You better have good news,” I said, my eyes narrowed.

“My cousin from the Redcliff pack is on his way. He’ll be here by tomorrow night at the latest,” Derek announced.

I nodded, though I’m not happy it’ll take him a day to arrive, but as long as he gets here, that’s all I can hope for.

Derek’s cousin, Monty, is a known cyber hacker and a technology genius. If anyone could recover erased security footage, it was him.

The rest of the evening went by torturously slowly. I hated pretending to be there for Rachel, tending to her needs, making sure she remained happy and oblivious. As far as she knew, we were expecting a baby, I had accepted the fact that I had gotten her pregnant during that night together, and I was almost thrilled to be a father again. However, little did she know, I had my own plans at play.

I didn’t buy the fact that I had sex with her, let alone got her pregnant. I knew she was up to something, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

That evening, Matt sat in his room, his head down. He’s been fairly avoidant lately, and though I’ve also been busy, I wasn’t too busy to not notice his mood change.

“Can we talk?” I asked, leaning against his doorframe.

Matt looked up from his pillow and nodded, making room for me on his bed.

I stepped into his room, making sure to shut the door behind me before sitting on the edge of his bed.

“I just wanted to check in and make sure you were okay,” I told him. “We hadn’t really talked in a while.”

“You’ve been too busy with Rachel,” Matthew said, and I could almost hear the bitterness in her voice.

I frowned.

“But I’m never too busy for you, Matthew,” I told him. “Is my spending time with Rachel bothering you?”

“It just doesn’t make sense,” Matthew said, sitting up in bed and folding his arms across his chest. “Why are you hanging out with her, Dad? Why is she here?”

I wasn’t sure what to tell my 8-year-old kid. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.

‘It’s complicated, Matthew…”