Lydia pov.
I stood there, a feeling of shock coursing through me, as a sharp, stinging slap landed on my face. I gazed up at my mother, my eyes filling with a mixture of confusion and sadness.
"Lydia, you disappoint me," she said, her voice tinged with disappointment. "You act as if you're not my daughter, but rather a stranger."
As my mother's words sunk in, I looked up at her with teary eyes. Was it my fault that I wanted to make things right? Should I be blamed for not wanting to be like my father?
"I'm so sorry, Mom," I stammered, my voice quivering. "I know I've let you down, but I truly believed I was doing the right thing."
In response to my apology, another sharp slap struck my face, leaving me standing there as if I were on the brink of losing my sanity. Why did I have to bea
