The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 83-3

Dad lifts a single, heavy hand toward Locke, holding him back. “Let her finish talking.”

Locke remains silent, though the aura around him turns to pure ice.

Willow looks back at me, her wide eyes practically shining with emotion. “I know this is incredibly difficult for you, Zara. But I’ve spent my entire life learning to pay attention when something extraordinary is placed directly in my path.”

Dad’s large hands curl into tight fists against his knees. “Willow. Stop.”

“You asked me to explain myself!” she says, turning to him. “Then please, just let me explain it!”

Dad gives a curt nod.

She faces me again, leaning forward slightly. “You were the one who brought Locke into my life, Zara. You were the bridge between us.”

The words hit my chest like a physical weight, even though I know logically how unhinged they are.

“No, Willow,” I state clearly. “I am not a bridge.”

“You are,” she insists gently, her voice devoid of any cruelty, almost grateful. “That’s why I felt such an overwhelming, instant connection to you when we first met. I felt this incredible energy around you, and I foolishly assumed it was because you were my sister.”

My chest tightens so hard it hurts to breathe.

“But it wasn’t just that,” she continues, her eyes drifting back to Locke with naked, desperate hope. “The absolute second I laid eyes on him, I understood why the universe had brought us all together.”

Locke speaks for the first time, his voice cutting through the room like shattered glass. “No, you didn’t.”

Willow flinches at the cold harshness of his tone, but she doesn’t retreat.

“I told you in plain English when I took you home from the hospital,” Locke says abruptly. “There’s absolutely nothing between us. There never has been, and there never will be.”

“I know what your lips said in that moment,” she replies. “But people often say things out of fear before their souls are truly ready to accept the truth.”

My father’s large palm suddenly slams flat against the table with a deafening crack that makes the coffee cups rattle.

“Enough!” Dad says. “No more of this fucking garbage. That man sitting right there has told you in no uncertain terms that he’s with Zara.”

He then turns his attention to me. “And that woman sitting across from you is your sister. You do not get to sit in my house and declare their relationship is temporary, just because the universe supposedly whispered some goddamn fairy tale in your ear!”

Willow’s face drains of all color. “You… you don’t believe me.”

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believe you’re crossing a line you won’t cross again,” Dad snaps.

He leans forward, looming over the table. The sheer aura of threat vibrating off him silences the entire

room.

“I spent over thirty years not knowing you existed,” Dad says, his voice that. 7 offered you a place in this family, but I will not fix one mistake from my past by letting you tear down my daughter in the present.”

A single tear trails down Willow’s pale face. “You’re choosing her over me.”

“I’m not,” Dad says. “What I’m doing is I’m telling you that you won’t get involved in their relationship – and you sure as fuck won’t sit around waiting for Zara to break so you can step into her place.”

“I never wished harm on her,” Willow protests.

“I don’t care what your intentions are, I care about the reality.” Dad says, his voice cutting like steel. “I’m telling you what the rules are if you want to be a part of my world, Willow. If you can’t respect the rules, then you have to go.”

For several seconds, nobody in the room moves or breathes. The absolute weight of the ultimatum hangs in the air, heavy, and merciless.

Willow stares up at him, her chest heaving, before she whispers in total, heartbreaking betrayal:

“You’re abandoning me all over again.”

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