Rebuilding A Life, Not A Home

my feet. I saw my father take a step forward, his fac

n' t. It'

ents to be dragged deeper into this me

ghed, a harsh

why your low-class family was trying to trap me. All because you

aimed to inflict the

I couldn' t reconcile this monster with the boy I grew up with. "

closer. "You' re more calculating than you

led with a contempt tha

nt lock. Who knows what you would have done? Slash

it stole my breath. He was painting me as some vengeful,

pathetic,"

d down, a dismissi

y. Chloe would never do that. She handles he

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her polished image. He was comparing her, the sophisticated influencer, to me. Th

cl

ver said to me. A deep, primal rage, born of years of l

the humiliation crystallized into

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ling with an intensity

did you

" I repeated, my voice rising, gaining

and full of all the agony he had p