“You’re not my daughter,” he said and turned around.
“You’re not my blood.”For the next few seconds, I stared at his back in silence, wondering why he punished me for something that wasn’t my fault.
“Alright, I’m done with you,” I said as I wiped away my tears. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.”And with that, I stepped out of the house that was once my haven.
Over the next few days, I visited the hospital multiple times for my skin treatment and talked to my lawyer regarding how I could file a case against my parents.
Soon, my father received a notice of the restraining order and the impending lawsuit. With that, his smug confidence was shattered, and his reputation was in ruins.
His entire circle was disgusted by his actions.Meanwhile, Mom tried to get in touch with me, but I didn’t reply to any of her calls or texts.
If she couldn’t take a stand for me, why should I even bother talking to her?
I was done. Now, living with Henry, I feel a sense of peace that had been missing from my life for ages.
I don’t remember the last time I had laughed this much in my own house. I can’t thank fate enough for blessing me with a man like Henry.
I have no idea what I’d do without him.
