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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SIX: UNHEALTHY DECISIONS

Author: Vivienne
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-22 23:36:12
IRIS

I was surprised at how emotionally overwhelmed I felt about seeing my father.

When he walked in, it felt like he was reopening wounds in my heart that I’d spent years trying to heal from.

Wounds that I thought I had healed from.

But obviously, I hadn’t.

Harold Windsor still stood near the door despite my protests, watching me with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

Not cold. Just… unreadable.

“I know you must be angry with me—” he started.

“Angry with you?” I muttered as something bubbled in my chest. And then before I knew it, I was laughing.

Laughing at this massive understatement.

I turned away; laughing so hard that tears started to slip from my eyes. “You think… you think I’m just… angry with you?”

When I turned to face him, his brows were furrowed, like he was worried about me.

Well, he was about twenty years late on that front.

The laughter ceased, and almost immediately, I felt my lips pull down in an ugly scowl.

“I’ll give you two options, Harold,” I s
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    IRISIt was too much. It was all too much. Rhoda had wanted to die. My father had asked her to kill herself, and then he had killed her, and he… he was telling me.I froze when I felt a hand pull my hair back softly. Panic rose in my chest, and I couldn’t breathe properly. All I did was heave into the toilet seat.There wasn’t much in my stomach, and the little that I had in there, I’d passed it out as vomit.And my system still wasn’t ready to give up, because now I was throwing up air while my father held my hair back.And then he spoke. “Shhh, you’re okay, baby girl.”I tensed. Baby girl…This wasn’t my father. It was Ryan.So much warmth and relief filled me that I didn’t even think before I made my next move. I turned around, throwing my arms around his neck and burying my face in his chest.Ryan hesitated for a second before his arms wrapped around my waist, and he held me tightly.One of his hands rubbed my back and stroked my hair while the other remained on my waist.And th

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  • Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine!   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SIX: UNHEALTHY DECISIONS

    IRIS I was surprised at how emotionally overwhelmed I felt about seeing my father. When he walked in, it felt like he was reopening wounds in my heart that I’d spent years trying to heal from. Wounds that I thought I had healed from. But obviously, I hadn’t. Harold Windsor still stood near the door despite my protests, watching me with an unreadable expression in his eyes. Not cold. Just… unreadable. “I know you must be angry with me—” he started. “Angry with you?” I muttered as something bubbled in my chest. And then before I knew it, I was laughing. Laughing at this massive understatement. I turned away; laughing so hard that tears started to slip from my eyes. “You think… you think I’m just… angry with you?” When I turned to face him, his brows were furrowed, like he was worried about me. Well, he was about twenty years late on that front. The laughter ceased, and almost immediately, I felt my lips pull down in an ugly scowl. “I’ll give you two options, Harold,” I s

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