Victor narrowed his eyes. "You are such a fool." His tone was sharp and cutting. "Fine! You want to throw her away? Good for you. You want to abandon your newborn child? Hurray." He let out a bitter chuckle then his voice dropped to a near growl. "But I will not let you use me as a placeholder."
I turned my head toward the parlour where the party was still in full swing. My father laughed at something, clinking glasses with one of his friends. And then, there she was.
Glowing. Radiant. Laughing with my dad, her face lit up in a way that made my heart ache. She was beautiful without even trying. The way her lips moved when she spoke, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed. I could see the curve of her shoulders, the effortless grace in her posture. I knew her body language well. I could tell she was hiding something behind that smile. A sadness she was trying to bury under laughter and I knew I put the sadness there.
