CYRIL’S POV
I scowled as I stalked back down the stairs, the weight of their words still hanging in the air like a stench. For a second, I thought they were joking.
“Wait, you are serious?”
I noticed the firm look in their eyes. Diane shifted to the edge of the chair, proud of herself, while Daniel sat like he’d just handed me a f*****g golden ticket.
“You really think I’d marry your daughter?” I took a slow step forward. “The same woman who sexually assaulted me, lied about it, and then ran to court to take custody of my son because I wasn’t old enough to fight back?”
Daniel scoffed like he was bored. “Quit acting like a child, Cyril. You should’ve grown past all that by now.”
Grown past it? The audacity had my blood boiling. Who did Daniel think he was? First, it was threats, no
