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Chapter 23.5: The Storm
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2024-10-29 19:42:56AMBROSE
I really thought I would feel much lesser pain if I confront my dad about me being adopted. I really thought looking at him straight in the eye would at least lessen the agony and that I would take the truth in utter silence and complete acceptance. I was dead ass wrong in all levels. Eavesdropping and learning about it in secret was already agonizing but I never would’ve thought it would hurt like hell to hear it come out straight from my dad’s mouth. What more if my mom’s there. I’m she would roast me to ashes with her ruthless mouth and that would definitely hurt more than I know. I’m sure my dad tried to beat around the bush and perhaps lie about it but I was quick to shut him down. He doesn’t have much of a choice but to let the cat out of the bag.
My chest and my heart seemed like an idle dart board and once I heard everything come out of my dad’s lips, the words appeared like sharpened darts pins. This was
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AUGUSTI tried to breathe the pain away. Ambrose’s kick wasn’t that powerful purely because I’ve received more kick from him and this was by far, the softest of them all. Despite of that, the kick still hit the bulls’ eye of my hollow stomach and I’m not even wearing anything to begin with. I had to flinch for a short moment but I tried not to show any signs of weakness. I centered my focal point at Ambrose and I instantly saw the upcoming storm named typhoon Ambrose. His glare was filled with so much intensity and that was more than enough for me to know that he’s about to go on a rampage.I already forgot about the fighting days between me and Ambrose. That was months and months ago and after he confessed his feelings towards me, I became extra confident to let go of that memory. Letting of the bad memory was certainly a bad idea on my part but I’m not going to regret
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