Chapter 100. The Horror the Truth Brings

I sat down quietly, and soon my father sat opposite me. I had a thousand questions, and I realized that although I may have loved my mother in ways I couldn’t explain before, that love had faded and was now filled with hate.

“Tell me, I want to know,” I pleaded. I was supposed to be mad at him, demanding an explanation, but I wasn’t. I wanted to hear what he had to say and get the answers to my questions.

“Your birth mother is alive and…” he paused as he looked at me.

“And what?” I asked.

“Your birth mother is Ava King,” he said, and my eyes widened as I stood up angrily and took a step back.

“What!” I screamed at him, running my hands through my hair.

Of course, I knew Ava King. Everyone did. Her daughter, Britney King, had done nothing but make things worse for me an