Chapter 2: The House That Stopped Breathing
Chapter 2: The House That Stopped Breathing
I carried Lily toward the couch.
Every step felt unreal — like the penthouse was watching me decide what kind of man I was going to be.
Victoria followed.
“Don’t be dramatic,” she said, voice tightening again. “It’s a misunderstanding. She’s always been difficult—”
I stopped walking.
The entire room went silent again.
Even the air felt heavier.
“Difficult?” I repeated.
I turned slowly.
Victoria tried to hold my gaze.
She failed.
Because she saw something in my eyes she had never seen before.
Not anger.
Not shouting.
Decision.
“You touched my daughter,” I said.
Her lips parted slightly. “She’s not your real—”
The slap of my voice cut her off.
“Say one more word.”
She froze.
Lily weakly reached for my sleeve. “Dad… please don’t—”
That stopped me from doing something irreversible.
I sat beside her instead.
And I made a call.
Not to a doctor.
Not to a lawyer.
To someone Victoria had never heard of.
Three words only:
“Come to me.”
Victoria watched, uneasy now. “Who are you calling?”
I didn’t answer.
Because she didn’t deserve the answer yet.
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But she was about to learn something very important:
I hadn’t come back early by accident.
