MY FATHER

“And I’m fucking sorry for that, Leah,” he said. “Why? Why did you do it, Xavier? I loved you so much, so why did you do it? Why did you sleep with Natasha?” I asked, my vulnerability seeping through my tone. And I felt shitter than ever. I so badly wanted to put the blame on somebody, and it all fell to him. If I had not caught him fucking Natasha that day, I would have never gone to that club where I met Ethan. And then maybe—just maybe I would not feel as much pain as I felt right now. “There are some things that are better kept hidden, Leah,” he said darkly. His voice did not leave any room for further questioning. “Why are you not judging me, Xavier? I got pregnant, and I’m sure you know clearly it’s not yours, so why are you not judging me?” I asked brokenly. “Because I don’t blame you, Leah. I never deserved you anyway. I had already soiled myself with Natasha, so I don’t blame you one bit,” he whispered dejectedly and tremors broke through my body again, as I sobbed in his arms