THIRD POV (NARRATIVE POV)
Shock engulfed him, his gaze burned on the spot where she had once stood, her words, harsh and sharp, whipped his ego. One minute she was tucked perfectly on the chair, while she stared at the view of the street. And the next minute, she was lashing out at him.
All traces of fragile and weak Aria disappeared as if it had never existed.
She behaved cold, distant and enraged.
A smile ghosted his lips before her latter words rang in his head.
“Not a father?”
Damn right.
Her father wouldn't touch her the way he did, her f*****g father wouldn't burn at her mere touch, he wouldn't crave her like she was a f*****g oxygen.
Hell nah, he wasn't.
The pride he once relished faded into nothingness, leaving a storm brewing within.
Amidst his hazy thoughts, the door cr
