I scoffed under my breath, biting down on the scream clawing its way out. Of course. Vivian, the golden child. Vivian, who could do no wrong. And me? I was just the convenient scapegoat.
Then he turned back to me, his gaze hard as steel. “Apologize to your sister, Izara,” he commanded, his tone laced with authority. “You were out of line.”
Izara's POV
I felt my nails bite into my palms, my blood boiling under my skin. Apologize? To her?
"No. I won’t. She deserved it—for my son."
For a second, his shock was unmistakable. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head. For years, I’d bent over backward for him, swallowing every ounce of pride, desperate for even a shred of affection. But those days were gone. The old Izara—the one who begged for his attention—was dead. Kallias had given me something no one else ever had: a reason to fight back.
No more love.
No more begging.
No more chasing a man who never wanted me.
I needed to leave. Now. My body screamed for the door, but just as I took a step forward, his voice cracked like a whip.
"Izara!" he snapped. "Don’t you dare walk away. Apologize to your sister!"