Ivy's POV
"Say it." I growled, my patience hanging by a thread.
"You did this." Faith collapsed to his knees, his body shaking with sobs. "Everything would have been perfect if you weren't here." His tears flowed freely as he cried into his palms. But then he said something that made my blood run cold. "Why couldn't you have just died in the fucking attack?"
I stood there, paralyzed. How did he know about the attack? My mind raced while he continued his emotional breakdown, but I was fixated on those words that spilled from his mouth like poison. Pure, undiluted hatred – for both my father and me – dripped from every syllable.
"If you would have just died when your dad was attacked years ago, I wouldn't have had to raise you," he continued, his voice rising. "Money that your mother would have inherited would have been mine, or Rober's. We would have been set. But no, you both survived. It wasn't until your father was stupid enough to cheat on her that she moved here."
