Because it wasn’t her mother who died. Not her father who was thrown from a building.
That slap? It severed the last thread between us.
I turned away, blood soaking through my white shirt.
She used to love when I wore white. She would run into my arms, have me lift her and spin her around, laughing, calling me her one and only.
Those memories flashed through my mind, then vanished.
“Selene, we’re done. You go your way, I’ll go mine.” “Fine.”
She helped Alaric, who was perfectly fine, out of the house.
I didn’t waste a second. I went looking for my father.
I searched every hospital in the city. Every single one.
But he wasn’t there.
That’s when it hit me—Selene must have hidden him.
I picked up my phone and called her, frowning in frustration. “Selene, where are you hiding my father? Don’t push your luck.”
On the other end of the line, she swirled a glass of wine in her hand, her voice cold as ice.
“Until you hand over the evidence, you’ll never see your father again.”
I couldn’t believe it. She was using my father’s safety as leverage. Had all her so-called love for me been nothing but an act?
Even though I hated her with every fiber of my being, my heart still ached from her heartless betrayal.