“Your daughter?!” I grit through my teeth. “Did you remember that I was your daughter when you were plotting against me with Jack? Did you think about how you’d hurt your daughter as you betrayed and verbally abused me along with that wife of yours? How do you think I feel when I woke up to my house on fire because your precious little Jessica tried to burn me alive?!”
My words come out in ragged pants as I try to take a breath, but I find it difficult to breathe normally as my anger rises.
“Wait, Jessica did wh—”
“That’s the problem,” I cry. “You don’t even know that I almost died and here you are complaining that your ridiculous wife has been cheating on you. Well, Dad, you reap what you sew, and with the way you treated Mom before she died, I say you’re getting exactly what you gav
