Some truths are heavier than hearts can bear

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Alexander’s POV

“So…” Lily straightened herself carefully once the children had finally drifted into sleep. Her glare was sharp, unwavering. “What does all this have to do with my mother’s death?”

The weight of the moment pressed down on me. It was time for my own truth, time to shoulder the burden I’d carried alone for too long.

I rubbed my palms together, nerves gnawing at me as I stole a glance at my father. He sat there, silent, a ghost of a smirk curling his lips, the same smirk that made my blood boil.

That ugly bastard.

Lily’s piercing gaze...