EVANTHE’s POV.

When I get home, Samaj is seated in the living room with my father and Zoe sleeping on his lap. It isn’t even evening yet and he is already seated in the house. Why the heck did my father even allow him to come into our house and even sit in our living room after everything he fucking did to me. The only thing I want to do at this point is fucking slap him and send him out of the house.

“Good evening dad” I greet as I walk past him to take my daughter from samaj, “why didn’t you tell her nanny to take her in?”...