Betrayal's Sting: A Father's Revenge

them, festered inside me like a poison. The contrast was a physical sickness. I remembered all the times Sara

y; she had screamed at her, calling her a clumsy, expensive mistake. I had stepped in, pulling my crying daughter into my arms while Sarah furiously tri

t if Lily' s death wasn't just an accident Mark was callously dismissing? What if, for Sa

in an oversized suit, approached me in the courthouse hallway. He offere

r your loss and wants to resolve

ark, who was standing

rested in his money," I said, m

t. My lawyer gave my shoulder a reassuring

calls..." the

ood turned to ice in my veins. The world seemed to tilt and spin, the

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pat, and then turned to face the judge, her expression cool and professio

room and gave me a slow, arrogant s

l erupted in a single, primal roar. I launched myself from my seat,

screamed, my hands outstretc

madman. It was Sarah who reached me first. She threw hers

she yelled, her face inches from mine. She

fending him!" I spat, struggli

g with the self-righteous tone she used in court. "It' s my profes

r daughter' s ju

er words, was more than I could bear. With a

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the stunned silence of the courtroom. She stumbled back, her h

iliff yelled. "This

eared out in a flurry of whispers and shocked looks. But Mark didn' t leave. He waited until the