Raymond's POV
The silence after my words was thick and suffocating. Like smoke filling every corner of the hospital room.
I saw the shocked expressions and the way every pair of eyes widened and locked on me.
That was the power of truth.
Especially the kind of truth nobody wanted to hear but could never un-hear once it left your lips.
"I am still legally married to your precious daughter." I repeated again.
And the old man's face nearly cracked apart. His knuckles whitened against the cane, his lips trembling as if he had been slapped across the face.
The mighty patriarch of the Black family suddenly looked like a weak, brittle skeleton of a man staring at his worst nightmare.
Inside, I smiled.
After all these years of bowing, scraping and pretending to be grateful for scraps while he lorded over me like a god, I finally had him cornered.
Finally, I wasn't the beggar at the table, I was the man with the blade at his throat.
