He Compared Me To My Father’s Mistress’s Daughter Chapter 08

He Compared Me To My Father’s Mistress’s Daughter Chapter 08

Cameron honored my last wish. 

He didn’t pick some scenic overlook. Didn’t hire anyone to find the perfect plot. He chose a plain, ordinary grave site, two headstones, side by side. 

It drizzled the day of the burial. Cameron stood at the edge of the grave in a black suit. Rain dotted his hair, clung to his lashes. He blinked. No one could tell if it was rain or tears. 

Damian was there too. 

His eyes were swollen, threaded with red. Dark stubble covered his jaw. He hadn’t slept in days. Every night, he sat in the bedroom Aria used to sleep in. He sat on her side of the 

bed. 

Her shampoo still clung to the pillow, faint, almost gone. 

He was terrified that one day, even that scent would disappear. 

Halfway through lowering the casket, Damian lunged. 

He grabbed the edges and held on. “Don’t! She’s scared of the dark. Don’t put her in the ground!” 

Workers tried to pull him back. He shoved them off and 

threw himself forward again. 

Cameron seized him by the collar and hauled him away from the grave. Damian stumbled, caught his balance, and tried to charge back toward the casket. 

Cameron’s fist connected with his face. 

His head snapped sideways. His lip split open again. Blood and rain ran together down his chin. 

“What the hell is wrong with you? You want to lose your 

mind? Go do it somewhere else. Don’t you dare embarrass her at her own funeral.” 

Damian held his face and sobbed. 

After the funeral, Damian started drinking. Every day. 

He locked himself in Aria’s old bedroom and wouldn’t see anyone. Curtains drawn. No difference between day and night. The only thing that changed was the number of bottles, scattered and tipped over across the floor. 

Sienna showed up at Cameron’s door, pounding on it. “Cam! Open up! I know you’re in there!” 

He stood inside, a cup of coffee in his hand. 

Her voice wobbled with tears. “Cameron, you have to do something about Damian! He’s drinking nonstop. He won’t listen to anybody. I’ve tried everything…” 

“He’s going to destroy himself. Please. Just go talk to 

him.” 

Cameron lifted his gaze to the door. “Are you finished? 

Then get the hell off my sight.” 

She stood there, stunned. A few seconds later, she started 

pounding again. “Cam, I’m your sister! You can’t treat me like 

that!” 

The house manager appeared with two security guards. They took Sienna by the arms, one on each side, and dragged 

her down the front steps. 

Cameron stood in the living room and pulled out his 

phone. He dialed. 

to hear her barking.” 

“Keep your dog on a leash. I don’t want