Chapter 243. Gunshots and Money

The news hit me like a freight train. My stomach twisted at the information, and I squeezed the phone tightly, my knuckles going white. I felt so embarrassed and I wanted to bury myself inside a hole. 

My dad had been with Mark when I confessed everything. No wonder Mark sounded so cold so calculated. He was not just processing his own emotions—he had an audience. Could I even blame him or get mad at him for not keeping this private? 

He had every right, and it was not like he had knew that I was going to confess to him.

“I’m sorry, honey,” My dad said softly, sensing my discomfort. “Mark didn’t say much after the call. He just…left. He needed some air. I think he’s really hurting.” 

“I know,” I sighed the words. I closed my eyes, my heart sinking even deeper into my chest. The heaviness of everything felt like it crushing me from all sides. “I did not mean for any of this to happen, Dad. I just…I don’t know how it happened, and now I don’t know how t