“You hurt my son, and he thinks it’s my fault.”
Her smile didn’t disappear.
In fact…
It grew.
“Oh...”
She leaned back in her chair like we were having a casual conversation.
Something in my chest snapped.
“You did it.”
She tilted her head.
“Of course I did. I had to teach him how to be a man. Show him that he is royalty. Just face it… Zacian is better than you. That spark you had when you were young is gone.”
My breathing slowed.
Dangerously.
“You telling me you did that in my house?”
She shrugged. “You were in the same house, Devon. You heard him. You walked in.” Her voice turned sharp. “So, you tell me.”
My fists clenched. “I wasn’t there.”
“Exactly.”
The word hit like a slap.
She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin against her fingers.
“You weren’t there for your kids. You were too busy running the streets. Moving weight. Making money. Cheating on me with my sister.”
Her eyes locked onto mine.
“Building your empire.”
Her smile turned colder.
“While I handled everything else at home.”
My vision blurred for a second. “You’re lying.”
She laughed. “No. You knew enough.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Ugly.
Because deep down…
There were things I chose not to question.
