After Rejection Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor (Hailey and Dominic) novel Chapter 156

CHAPTER HUNDRED TWENTYNINE

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CHAPTER HUNDRED-TWENTYNINE

TRICIA

“Look who finally decided to grace me with her unwanted presence.” Were the first words that came out of my mother’s mouth.

I walked into her room, trying to ignore the way the very sight of her made me feel. She was sitting on the bed, her gaze fixed on the window. She didn’t even bother looking at me.

“Hi mom,” I said, forcing a smile on my face.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, her tone cold.

Of course. I wouldn’t expect my mom to be excited after not seeing me for thirteen years. She had always been cold, distant, and it wasn’t anything new. In fact, this was the woman that shamelessly told me that she had never wanted me, and just used me to trap my father into marrying her for

power and money.

And it’s not like she ever tried to reach out to me, to repair the relationship that she destroyed the day I was born. So yeah, her attitude wasn’t surprising, and yet it hurt.

“I’m here because I wanted to see you, mom. Is that a crime now?”

“I don’t want to see you, Tricia. I have no business whatsoever with you. Your father is dead. Now, I’m finally living the life that I was always meant to live.”

“You know what, mom? Fuck you,” I spat, unable to stop myself. “You can’t even look me in the eye, you can’t even pretend like you give a damn about me. And I’m supposed to just stand here and accept your bullshit? No, mom. You don’t get to treat me like shit, and expect me to just roll over and take it. I came here because I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, because maybe, just maybe, you were sorry for what you did. But no. You’re still the same selfish, narcissistic bitch you always were. I can’t believe I even came here.”

I was fuming, the anger and hurt coursing through my veins like fire. How could she treat me like this? How could she just dismiss me, like I was nothing? Like I was no one.

“I have nothing more to say to you, Tricia. You are not my daughter. You’re your father’s mistake.

Now, if you don’t mind, I have more important things to do than wasting my time with you.”

“Well, fuck you, mother. Fuck you. And this is my father’s house, I can damn well do whatever I want in here. So, go fuck yourself.”

I turned on my heels and stormed out of the room, my hands balled into fists. The nerve of that

woman. The sheer fucking audacity.

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After everything she had done, after all the hurt and pain she had caused, she had the fucking gall to treat me like I was nothing. She would have starved me to death, because as a toddler, I could go days without being fed, and when she caught me feeding from a cat outside, she had called me a monster and a demon and had me locked up in the basement for days.

And now, she wants to act like she was the victim in all of this. That I had ruined her life, when she

was the one who had ruined mine. She was the one who had broken me.

I walked into my father’s study, the scent of old books and cigars a familiar comfort. My father was no better, a deadbeat just like my mother, but this room, it always felt safe. It was the only place in

the house that felt like home.

I sat down on the leather chair, my anger slowly subsiding, replaced by a profound sense of loneliness. I had no one. No family, no friends. The only person I ever truly cared about was

Dominic, and he had pushed me away.

All because of that bitch Hailey. All I wanted was to be loved genuinely for the first time in my life, to be treated like I matter, like I come first and not the last option, to be someone’s top priority for once. I wanted to be someone’s everything. Dominic and I had a connection, something pure and real, and she came into the picture and ruined everything.

But I’ll get her. I’ll get her back for everything she’s done to me. I will make her pay. I’ll make her regret the day she ever met Dominic. I’ll make her suffer the way I have suffered..

I don’t care what I have to do to finally get the love I want, the love I never got from my parents. I had one parent left but it feels like I was an orphan, because the mother I had left didn’t want me, never wanted me. Dominic was my last chance of being someone’s priority. I had to get him back, and I would do anything to make sure that happens. Even if it means going to extreme lengths to

achieve that.

My phone buzzed, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was a text from an unknown number.

I opened it to see a picture, and my blood ran cold immediately. It wasn’t just one picture, but several pictures of me on New Years night. Every single thing. From the moment I came out of the house, to when Adrian followed me to the garden, to the moment I attacked him and drained him of his blood, to when I dragged him from the garden all the way to the beach until I was deep

enough to let him sink into the water.”

The last picture was of me, in my car, leaving the island with a smug look on my face.

My hands started shaking, my heart hammering against my chest. I had been so careful. I had made sure no one saw me. I had disabled the cameras. How? How did someone get these

pictures?

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My phone rang. The caller ID said “Blocked”.

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