He seized my arm violently, pain shooting through it like fire. His grip felt like it would shatter bone. Then he shoved me away with loathing.
"I didn’t mean to—" I tried to explain, but my words were faint.
My stomach twisted with dread.
The vase I’d broken… it wasn’t ordinary.
It had held Kian’s ashes.
His urn.
"I—No—I didn’t know—"
The slap landed so quickly I didn’t even see it coming.
The sound echoed. My ears rang.
"You destroyed him! Just like you destroyed Chelsea!" he thundered.
I reached for my cheek, already feeling the sting of blood from where his ring had split my skin. My hand trembled.
I stared at him—the man who once held me as a child.
And for the first time, it became devastatingly clear.
I was no longer his daughter.
Not now.
Maybe not ever again.
Louise's POV
"Don't ever come back here again! I warned you, didn't I? How could you not understand? You carry the blood of evil! You are no daughter of mine!"
My father's voice echoed like thunder in the room, filled with nothing but loathing. There was no affection in his eyes. No care. Just revulsion.
Why had I come back?
What was the purpose of this pain?