CHAPTER 120

CARMEN

“No,” I heard my mother whisper into the air as her legs took her backwards and her body limply fell into the couch at the sight of my father.

“You seem extremely surprised,” I commented, looking over at my father, who was now walking towards her.

“Don’t come any closer!” she immediately warned, putting her hands forward to signal for him to stop where he was, which he did. “Who are you? What do you think you’re doing? How much did she pay you to do something this horrible?”

“What are you talking about?” I couldn’t help but laugh as I asked the question. “You really believe that I paid some random man off the street who looks like my father to come to you and act like him?”

“I want you to cut the crap right now, Carmen,” she said, now regaining the strength to stand up as she looked at Dad with a sneer in her eyes.

“This is ridiculous,” she scoffed to herself. “Just because the divorce is some days away, you’re trying to scare me with this?”

I looked at Dad, and he looked back