The Shattered Heart

each moment weighed down by its oppressive weight. The lone sounds reverberated through the spac

t the door, yearning for Dylan's reassuring presence. I longed to behold his towering, striking figure again; those deep, captivating eyes, the tousl

s surprise at seeing me made me fidget under the weight of his intense gaze

there? Come insid

s room, a commanding aura enveloping him, a trait he effortlessly carried everywhere, stirring waves of love and pride within me. He tende

ice tinged with inquiry. "Did y

tion as he locked eyes with me. I swallowe

shifted his glance to Mr. Smith momentarily

ou know I carry myself with class," he asserted calmly, thoug

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shameless boy that had the audacity to break our daught

s a great shock to me. What he was up to,I don't know. Dylan eyes flew to me instantly and I suddenly wis

ame the slut of a daughter that you have. Did my son

. "How could you do this? Do you know the kind of scandal that this can create? I hold a reputable pos

be responsible for her pr

r. "Dylan". This is the v

he almost yelled as he ran his ha

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Have you forgotten that night? That night in your room?" I swallowed heavily, not

how could you deny paternity of my child now when you

upid enough to believe that I

enough to believe that I could love you" he said with intense irritation that I instantly f

child" he declared. "You still think that i love you? I have never lo

ckled down my cheeks. No! It can't be happening to me. Everyone can't turn their b

lia" I said shakily. "You told me you love me, have you forgotten? You told me you loved me

l that bullshit" Dy

en. As for that situation in your tummy, you're not naive; you must know what options you have. What you need is

opose such a thing? More perplexing, how could I have been so naïve? Starin

p. "How dare you suggest my daughter terminate her child? My d

d it again, "my daughter." When did I become his daughte

ecause we're marrying her off to you, or we'll create enough scandal to last a lifetime. Imagine, you've u

e a commodity? I questioned myself. I suspected as much when he cons

, and I won't pay a penny. She isn't e

ed, glaring at Mr. Smith and me. I swallo

ary inquired, turning everyone's attention towards Mr

Dad? I'm not marrying

tarnish my integrity with your recklessness," Mr. Gary re

th declared. Mrs. Gary

uldn't believe what I was hearing and seeing. How had my l

next week, and your payment will

r. Smith

eparations because I won't ma