Arlene

“Dad?” My voice trembled as the word slipped out. My chest tightened, and disbelief must have been etched on my face as I turned my eyes toward Mirela. Her triumphant smirk was like a knife twisting in my gut.

She did this. It was extremely evident.

She must have whispered something vile, poisoned his mind against Liam. I didn’t know what she said, but it had worked, and now I was left to clean up the mess she’d made.

I knew for a fact that my argument with him was definitely not the reason he’s opposing this.

I should’ve felt relief. A part of me should’ve been glad that...