Chapter 109
“Oh my God, no!” I cried, horrified. “I don’t want you dead! I’ve never wanted you dead. Where is all of this even coming from?”
“You know where it’s coming from,” he snapped. “You and your towel. Always so quick to get close to men.”
And then he stopped himself.
For a moment, silence. Then his eyes met mine.
“This is who you’ve always been, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?” My voice trembled.
“This,” he spat. “A whore.”
I flinched.
The word landed like a slap, but I recovered quickly. He’s said it before. It hasn’t fully stuck yet but it’s working its way under my skin. I’m trying to train my body not to react, trying to let the sting dull. Because the truth is, that’s how he sees me now anyway. That’s what he’s decided I am.
I don’t know if it’s a question he’s expecting an answer to. I don’t even know why he says
anymore.
So I stay silent. Just stand there in my towel, cold and small and quiet.
it
Then suddenly, he asked, “So why did you sleep with me before you ran away? You did know you were going to run away, didn’t you?”
I swallowed hard. Because I did know. And also because I didn’t. It had been a whirlwind of feelings, confusion, and desperation. But the look on my face must have given me away.
“You did,” he said, nodding to himself. “You knew.”
He took a step closer, voice sharp. “So that makes me wonder… were you sleeping with other guys before you slept with me? Were you seeing someone else? Maybe…. maybe the father of that bastard in this house?”
I flinched. My heart clenched the moment he said that word… bastard. The way he spoke about Leon, my Leon cut deeper than anything else. But I didn’t let it show. I looked down at my feet, biting the inside of my cheek, fighting back the storm rising in me.
“I’m talking to you,” he snapped. “Have you been sleeping with him? Were you sleeping with other people? You probably don’t even know who his dad is, do you?”
He kept going, his words digging into me like daggers.
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And I tried. God, I tried not to react. Not to let him see how much it was breaking me. I could take it. I could take everything… his anger, his accusations, his hatred. All of it.
But when it came to Leon… When it came to my son, that was where I drew the line.
So I straightened my back, lifted my chin, and met his gaze.
“I’m sure you have questions,” I said, my voice steady even though I was trembling inside. “A lot of them. And I’m sure you hate me right now. Probably a lot. I can’t blame you for that.”
I took a breath.
“And I can take everything you dish out to me. Anything. Absolutely anything. But there’s one thing we have to agree on and that’s my son.”
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