Chapter 58

Arya. The room felt suffocating as his laughter echoed through the air, mocking and cruel. I stared at him in confusion, a knot tightening in my stomach. Was this some sick joke, or did he really mean what he said? "What do you mean by that?" I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips. A slight sob trembled in my voice, revealing the vulnerability that I tried so hard to conceal. I needed an explanation, a lifeline to anchor me to the reality I once knew. He looked at me, his eyes devoid of the familiarity I had always found in them. Did he mean to disown me? Was this some cruel game he played to shatter the last remnants of my trust in him? "You are not my daughter, Arya," he replied coldly, his voice slicing through the air like a bitter wind. "And I am not your Father. Never have been, never will be. Get that into your thick skull." His words hung in the air, heavy and cruel. I felt the ground shift beneath my feet, the foundations of my reality crumbling. The man I had cal