Lara:
Both of us looked defeated as we walked upstairs. It was a huge thing.
It made my father realize that his crown had been taken from him, and in return, his daughter was about to be divorced.
We were being treated with great injustice.
"Yeah, let you get some rest," my father said, his voice low.
I felt bad for him.
All of this was happening because of Iris, and I had not even told my father yet that the child was not Kash's.
I just did not know how to say it.
Then I wondered if that was it.
Would he wait for the DNA test, or would he come to collect me and throw me in prison?
They had thrown Markus in prison, but my father would never let that happen, I convinced myself.
I held my father's hand and walked upstairs.
Once inside my bedroom, I started to cry again.
My father sat beside me on the bed, probably wondering how to comfort me, but there was no comforting me anymore.
The only comfort I wanted was Iris, Kash's arms, and I had lost that.
