Arielle’s POV
The warehouse stayed painfully silent. Even the officers looked confused.
My father kept staring at Victor with pure hatred in his eyes.
Like he had waited years for this exact moment.
I looked toward Victor so fast my neck hurt.
“What?”
Victor said nothing.
And somehow his silence hurt more than anything else.
“No,” I whispered immediately.
I couldn't have possibly slept with my mother's murderer could I?
My father laughed bitterly.
“I saw him that night,” he snapped angrily. “Your mother died because of him.”
I turned toward Victor desperately.
“I can't,” he admitted quietly.
Everything inside me broke apart.
I slowly stepped backward.
“No…”
“Arielle,” he said softly.
“Don't say my name.”
Tears burned my eyes instantly.
My father moved protectively in f
