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Honestly, I am too, but she’s the spitting image of my Lyra so that makes things a little easier for me. It's like looking at a younger version of Lyra all over again.

Beside me, Serena mutters under her breath, and as I hear the words fall from her lips, I lose it.

“If you want to playDadso badly, Lucas, how about you start with the decade and a half worth of child support you owe me?”

I so fucking lose it.

Goodbye, Harlington’s born and raised Lucas Callum Clark.

Hello, to this mannerless, ill-speaking man who stands in his place.

Turning, I face Serena and look down at her, forcing her to meet my eyes. When she seems to realise just how much her words have affected me, I watch her throat bob as she swallows, and now she’s suddenly lost her voice.

“I have supported you ever since you walked away. Even though you left us for a son who had no idea you existed, I supported you, Serena. Me. Even after the father of that child walked out on you, and I had nothing to do with you, I still supported you. I pitied you and the situation you chose to put the two of yourselves in, and you know that’s true, Serena. I was the one to put a roof over your heads, I was the one to put clothes on your bodies, I was the one to put food on your table. I’ve been providing for you for fifteen years straight. That was all me, Serena. How many other men do you know who would give their ex a percentage of their wage every damn year without expecting anything in return? Don’t you dare mentionchild supportto me. I made sure you and your son would live as comfortably as one could in this town of yours without having to sell your body to make ends meet!”

By the end of it, my chest is heaving and that familiar feeling ofhatredhits me just as hard as it did when I first realised Serena had left us completely, leaving my child in my home all alone without saying a word to anyone.

I’m not one to hold my support over someone’s head, but when it’s somebody who is as selfish and as ungrateful as my ex-wife, I can’t myself.

Serena glares at me as her entire face flushes red, but she doesn’t say anything.

Delilah gasps and as I turn, I realise that something in my tone, or possibly something which I’ve said, has made Benjamin step closer to us. I look over at him and notice him growing angrier by the second.

Could it have been that last comment I made?

No, that wouldn’t make sense.

He does this for pleasure–I’m certain of that. There would be no need for him to sell his body to make ends meet, not with the type of money I’ve been handing Serena over the years.

I’ve paid enough to make sure that they wouldn’t need to work unless they really wanted to.

With a small frown, I take a long look at sweetness.

Why is he so angry?

CHAPTER NINE

Benjamin

As I curl my fingers into fists, I take a step closer to her.

“Tell me that this man is lying.” I begin to say as she turns to face me, tears already rising in her eyes.Liar. Liar, liar, liar!“Tell me that this man who you claim is Delilah’s father is lying about the money he’s been giving you. Tell me that he’s lying, Mum, because if he isn’t, and he’s telling the truth, Delilah and I are out right fucking now.”

Her lips tremble and her fake act begins all over again.

Typical.

“I’m sorry, Benji. I didn’t know how to bring up the money without you both asking me questions. I didn’t know how I’d be able to explain myself.”

“We don’t care about how you would have explained it, we care about the fact that we could have all lived comfortably if you were being honest about the money! Besides, how can you feel okay taking money off of a stranger?”

At least in my case, I was offering my body in return for money. From what Callum has said, he’s been giving her money for the sake of giving her money–because he’s pitied her.

And she’s been stupid enough to take it and not mention a word of it to us.

“He’s not a stranger, Benji. He’s…he’s the father to my daughters.”

And boom.

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