103. Cute

Maxim Vasiliev

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PRESENT DAY

“You’re lying,” I told Brielle. I refused to believe that my father had been lying to me all my life and kept up with it religiously. It had to be a lie. Did my father ever care about me at all?

Two pairs of eyes were rooted on me, watching my reaction.

“You have got to be lying,” I repeated, knowing fully well that it was possible my father lied. After all, he did the same concerning my relationship with Landon. He fed us lies since we were little, causing us to resent each other until Landon’s last breath. Was it just a game to him? What was he trying to achieve?

“I’m not lying, Maxim.” Brielle stood up, approaching me carefully.

My fists clenched in anger. I felt like a damn fool. It agitated me. “All these while,” I spoke through gritted teeth. “I needed someone to blame and I blamed your father, not knowing the culprit was right in front of me.”

“You can’t be mad at yourself.” She spoke softly, already knowing what was going on in my head. “You coul