Chapter 146: True or False
TERESA’S P.O.V.
My father’s entrance was always calculated, always theatrical, as if he believed his mere presence could silence the world. But today, he was wrong. Today, I wasn’t the timid girl he once controlled. Today, I was a storm waiting to happen.
The moment his polished shoes hit the last step, I stepped forward, fists clenched at my sides. My heart was pounding, but my voice was steady—a sharp contrast to the roaring in my chest.
"Say it again," I demanded, my tone like steel. "Repeat what you told me over the phone. About taking in another man’s children. Were you talking about me and Luke?"
Luke stiffened beside me, his presence a fortress at my side, but I didn’t glance his way. My eyes were locked on my father—on Gregory Williams, the man who had shattered every illusion of family I’d ever had.
He smirked, the corner of his mouth curling with disdain. "Ah, Teresa," he drawled, his voice slick with venom. "Always so dramatic."
"Say it to my face," I snapped, taking another step closer. "I dare you."
Lucian’s hand brushed against mine—a subtle reminder of his presence. His calm steadied me, even as his gaze remained fixed ahead, his head tilted slightly as though listening to the tension in the air.
My father didn’t flinch. "You think you deserve answers, Teresa? You think you’re owed the truth?" His lips curled into a sneer. "Fine," he said, spreading his arms in mock surrender. "If you insist. Yes, I took in another man’s children. Let me tell you a little something about your sainted mother, the woman you’ve both put on a pedestal."
Luke tensed beside me. "Don’t you dare—"
"Let him," I interrupted, my voice cold. "Let him dig his own grave."