Chapter 39

Claire's POV "You were the home wrecker who ruined our family. Now you still have the nerve to talk about my mother. I think you're the most shameless person!" I spat out, my hands trembling with rage. "Claire, how dare you speak to your aunt like this?" Ryan scolded, his face turning red. I let out a bitter laugh. "You're no longer my father. And she's certainly not my aunt. Don't make me sick. I have nothing to do with you two shameless people!" "You... you want to piss me off, don't you?" Ryan covered his chest with his left hand, pretending to be in pain. My mother grabbed my arm, her eyes pleading. "Claire, please, stop. Don't make your father sick!" Even now, my mother was still protecting him. It was maddening. I could feel my anger bubbling up, threatening to explode. I had to vent my frustration today, consequences be damned. "As I said, he is not my father. My father died 15 years ago. He died!" I shouted, my voice cracking with emotion. Connie supported Ryan's body and said