"No. The truth about Lola and Lyndall. Their father. The fact that your little second wife preferred Lola's dad's dick. Couldn't get enough and got knocked up by him!"
Dad's expression is cold flint. "You know nothing."
"I know why you treat Lyndall like she's nothing to you. Because sheisnothing. To you. Not your flesh. Not your blood. You fucker."
He laughs. "You don't know what you're talking about."
I try to control my anger. "But I do. I've known for a long time and?—"
"Fuck it. I'm out of here. Whatever happens is on y?—"
A sob comes from my study.
There, in the door, stands Lyndall, tears on her face, betrayal written deeply, and behind her, a horrified Lola.
She looks at me. The force behind her gaze is pure hate.
In fact, their expressions are the same as their eyes go from me to Dad and back to me.
Betrayal.
Horror.
Hate.
Fuck...
"Lyndall..."
"Oh Jesus," Dad mutters.
Lyndall turns and runs.
He looks at me, savagely pointing again. "You caused this. You fix it."
The door slams behind him, and the silence threatens to crush me down to dust.
Shit.
I rub a hand over my face. "Lola?—"
"Oh, fuck no. I'm not here to listen to more lies and omissions from you."
"Come on."
But her face says she is not having it. Her body language says the same.
"No. You're a liar and a control freak in all the wrong ways, Enzo. I forgave you. I thought the way you were with the baby was sweet. But it's all just about control, isn't it?"
"Lola—"
"No. You could have told her. You could have toldme."
"I didn't?—"
"Stop. I will throw up all over you if you tell me any more lies. And as far as I'm concerned, that's every word out of your mouth. Yesterday...yesterday, you promised me no more lies. And yet here we are." She shakes her head. "It's almost laughable how quickly that all crumbled. I should have known things would turn to shit."
She takes in a big, shaking breath.
