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I’m letting my issues with my father dictate this conversation, but honestly, I don’t care. I’m done being used and manipulated.
“You promised me that you would protect me. You promised me that you would never leave me. But you broke that promise, remember? You fucked me and you left me. I may not have known the coward you were then, but I can see him very clearly now.”
“We were kids, Scarlett. I was eighteen years old for fuck’s sake! I didn't know how to protect you. And I sure as hell wasn't equipped to love you the way you needed me to.” His words cut through me like a hot blade and I gasp from the pain radiating through me.
“I thought you did love me the way I needed you to. I guess there were a lot of things I had wrong.” I shove my chair in violently. “Thank you for clearing that up for me. Now if you'll excuse me.” I whip around, my feet pounding against the tile floor as I stomp away.
“Scar. Wait. Please,” he calls after me.
I tell myself not to turn around. Not to give him the satisfaction.
“I'm sorry. I never planned for things to turn out like this.”
I swing around right as I reach the door that leads upstairs, angry tears clouding my vision.
“But they did just the same.”
“Scarlett.” He takes two steps toward me but stops the moment he registers the look on my face.
“Goodbye, Westin.” My words catch in my throat and I have to physically force myself through the door, leaving him standing in the middle of my bakery.
I run up to my apartment at rapid speed, my legs trembling under the weight of each step I take.
The blow Westin just landed is one that I cannot brush under the rug. If there is one person that I despise more than anyone in this world, it's Jonathan Ryan. My father. A man who’s only interested in his own wealth and achievement. A man who will sacrifice anyone, including his own daughter, if it gets him what he wants.
My emotions are high as I make my way into my apartment, heading straight for my bedroom. As I collapse face down onto the mattress, letting out a muffled scream, I’m sure of only one thing. My days of falling at the feet of Westin Carver are long over.
