“You are being disrespectful here Riley,” he growls.
“And you are being misogynistic,” I shoot back without hesitation. “Call it whatever makes you sleep at night.”
Caden lets out a low whistle. “She’s got fire.”
“Enough,” Calistus snaps.
“No,” I say firmly. “It’s not enough to hear an earful of how ridiculous and stupid your son has been.”
He glares at me. “Was it not my son that made you who you are today?”
That sentence hits me like a slap.
My hands curl into fists.
I step forward again, my voice rising now. “Made me?”
“Yes,” he says. “Everything you have is because of Ethan.”
I laugh, loud and bitter this time. “You must be joking.”
“Watch yourself, Riley,” he warns.
“No,” I say. “I will not.”
I lean forward slightly. “Your son did not make me. I built myself. I worked my
