Disbelief washed over me. What kind of father was he? I regretted marrying a man who had never truly been a father to our child.
"You want proof? Go to the cemetery. You’ll find her name on a gravestone," I said my words laden with bitter finality.
Maximus swallowed hard, the denial finally cracking. "I have no time for this nonsense, Carrie," he muttered, turning away.
"No time, huh? I’m not surprised," I retorted, my voice laced with sarcasm.
"You’re right, Carrie. He has no time for you. He never really loved you," Lalaina sneered, following Maximus out.
The door slammed shut, leaving me alone with the crushing weight of my loss and the bitter sting of betrayal.
I simply watched Maximus and Lalaina seated on the couch while I felt like a ghost standing by the door, invisible to them despite witnessing their betrayal.
I'm used to being treated this way, but it still hurts knowing he replaced me with my stepsister.
"Does your foot still hurt?" I heard Maximus ask as he massaged her foot.
"Yes, Max. My whole body hurts. I badly need a massage," Lalaina said flirtatiously.
As I observed them, painful memories flooded my mind—recollections that still haunted me to this day.