He Said I Love Him Enough to Let Him Marry Her and Kill Our Child Chapter 05

He Said I Love Him Enough to Let Him Marry Her and Kill Our Child Chapter 05

My father held me in his arms, tears streaming down his weathered face. 

“My baby girl,” he choked out. “What have they done to you all these years?” 

Tristan stepped forward. He threw a cold glance at me, then turned to my father with an oily smile. “Mr. Grant, I can tell you’re a man of principle. But don’t let her fool you.” 

“This woman is a gold digger. She’s been throwing herself at me for years, begging to be my side piece. I’m married. She knew that. Didn’t stop her. And when I told her no, she went after my wife online. Made up all kinds of crap.” 

“So yeah, we got angry. We put her in her place. That’s all this is.” He shrugged. “Some people love playing the victim. This one? She’s a pro.” 

My father’s face had gone dangerously still. 

Tristan barreled on, oblivious. “Mr. Grant, is the banquet starting soon? Your daughter, I mean, she’s back, after all these years. When do we get to meet her? I brought her 

something.” 

He pulled out a necklace. 

I knew that necklace. I’d saved for months to buy it, skipped 

meals, pinched every penny, because I knew his startup was struggling, and I couldn’t stand the thought of him spending 

money on me. 

I’d given it to him and told him to put it around my neck when he proposed. He’d brought it here to give to someone else. 

The others crowded around, apologizing to my father. 

“Mr. Grant, we had no idea. We didn’t know she was yours. Please, we’re so sorry.” 

“That got out of hand. We’re mortified.” 

Tristan jumped in, voice slick. “Mr. Grant, they thought you were with her, they were just trying to do the right thing. But you’re not the kind of man who holds a grudge, right? Not over a misunderstanding.” 

Bianca stepped forward and tried to loop her arm through my father’s. “Mr. Grant, just toss this trash aside. You don’t want her to dirty your suit.” 

My father shook her off like a bug. 

Bianca’s smile froze, but she pressed on, thick–skinned as ever. “Mr. Grant, where is your daughter? I’m fantastic at making friends. I just know she’ll adore me.” 

My father pointed at me. 

His voice rumbled through the room. “This is my daughter.” 

Every face in that room went slack with shock.