Chapter 40

Desdemona

"Wait,what?"

"Collins is not your father." Mother's voice was even,no trace of emotion but I still felt like she had screamed them.

As if she slapped me right across the face with them.

So all those years I kept up with the man's shit,I could have done something.

I considered the fact that he was my father in every decision I made.

My eyes well up.

I quickly wipe the tears because there was nothing to cry about.

"I hate him." My chest burn as I mutter those words.

"And not him alone,I hate you and I hate my biological father as well." The bitterness in my voice made it sound strained.

"Yeah. Yeah. But…who is your father?" Myra who was not seated asks.

I sprint up and wrap the robe around me tightly. "I don't care. I don't want to know. Leave. Everyone leave."

The tears streamed down my cheeks.

Ettiene stands beside me and pulls me against him. I allow myself to melt into his support.

"You do care,babe."

I hear Myra snarl from afar.

"You do and that's why you are crying righ