Chapter 88

As I approached my father's study, my heart raced. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if my body was fighting against my decision to come here. I paused at the door, taking a deep breath to steady myself before knocking.

It took a few seconds. I'd even taken a step back in those short moments, I intended to leave. To gather myself properly before facing him.

"Come in," my father's stern voice called out.

My back went rigid when I heard that familiar voice. I felt a ghost of pain across my skin, almost like my body was reminding me what happened whenever I went against him.

I'm a grown ass woman for crying out loud!

Why should I be afraid of him?

I pushed the door open, and immediately regretted my decision to come. There, behind his imposing desk, sat my father, his face set in its usual disapproving frown. But it wasn't just him.

Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me.

I saw Monica and Bertha seated in plush armchairs, their eyes fixed on me with unconceal