"What's the point of you living alone in such a big house? Do you still think you're some rich man's wife?" Roman snapped. "Besides, my name is ruined because of you! I don't even have clean clothes to wear. You should help me!"
"Oh, I get it now," Chantelle said coldly. "You think Daniel dumped me, so you can now push me around. That's why you came here to take what's mine."
"So what?" Roman shot back. "If you hadn't fooled me on that live stream, I could've turned things around. All I want now is for you to pay me back. What's wrong with that?"
He looked completely convinced he was making the right decision.
"Roman Bently, are you really my father?" Chantelle's voice shook angrily and her hands were trembling.
"Of course I am. You ungrateful brat. You'd turn your back on your own father over a bit of money, wouldn't you?" Roman snapped, acting like he'd done nothing wrong.
His words cut deep.
