The ceramic mug shattered against the wall, inches from Julian's head. His amber eyes widened with shock as I stood before him, chest heaving with fury.
"You are not worthy of being her father," I hissed, my voice trembling with rage. "You are not worthy of my forgiveness."
Without waiting for his response, I turned and walked out, leaving him surrounded by the fragments of what once held Violet's favorite hot chocolate.
My heart pounded in my chest as I fled from the Alpha residence. Each step took me farther from the man who had failed our daughter—and me—for five long years. The cold morning air stung my tear-stained cheeks, but I welcomed the pain. It was nothing compared to the hollow ache in my chest where my heart used to be.
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