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What did my father do to Laurent? How did he make him suffer? My heart's beating out of my chest, now.
I don't even think I want to know.
My father raises his gun in a snap and I yelp because the sudden movement has me thinking Laurent is going to pull the trigger. He just admitted to wanting to kill me. But he doesn't, only jiggles his finger on the trigger.
"Please," I whisper, closing my eyes as the tears flow.
He's going to kill me.
"I would have let it all go, Michel," Laurent says, ignoring my plea. "I planned to. You did things I didn't agree with, and at the time I thought our friendship was more important. You didn't know at the time, so I forgave you."
My father hisses. "You forgave me? I never wanted your fucking forgiveness." For whatever reason, the thought of being forgiven by someone rubs him the wrong way. "Lilou got what she deserved."
“Lilou Alarie was the love of my life!" Laurent booms, and his voice echoes in the near empty room.
My eyes snap open. This is about awoman?
Oh, my fucking god.
I hear Tara's voice in my head sayingI hate men.
"If I had found out about your fucking affair with her sooner, I would have killed you when I had the chance," Michel shouts. "You came to my house. You were my daughter's godfather. And you still managed to fuck my wife behind my back."
My thoughts grind to halt.
His wife?
"You never deserved her!" Laurent shouts back. "And she never was your wife. You and I both know that she broke up with you while she was pregnant with Alize, and then you stole her child away from her. I visited solely to ensure that Alize was taken care of because she asked me to."
What?
They're talking about my mother?
Something flashes on my father's features and he turns his gaze to me. There's no sorrow, no regret, just anger in his expression. "This hardly is the place to talk about this–"
"You won't fucking silence me, Michel," Laurent's getting more agitated now. I'm sure I've got a bruise from the gun now. "I've held this in for ten fucking years. You made her life hell the moment she tried to leave you. You kept her from seeing Alize." His voice cracks. "And then you killed her when you found out that she had moved on and was making plans to take Alize back from you.”
No, there's no way...
My father told me that my mother died giving birth to me.
There's no way that this is true...
I've got tears in my eyes when I turn my gaze to my father.
"Is that true?" My voice comes out as little more than a whisper.
He doesn't respond to me.
Doesn't even look at me.
"Lilou made her choices. I made mine."
That's all he says.
Laurent just accused him of kidnapping me from my mother. Of murdering her. And that's all he has to say—that he made his choices. I'm not even sure what I'm feeling, because I lived my entire life thinking my mother died.
When she was out there for a while.
