The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 502

She said with such sadness, "Why doesn't Dad believe me?"

Seriously!

She was his own flesh and blood, yet he was completely taken in by Sandy's lies, ignoring everything Charlie tried to explain. It never crossed his mind that Sandy might not be telling the truth. Charles couldn't even begin to imagine how many lies Sandy had spun over the years, and how much had been hidden under the guise of his trust in her.

"Dad..."

Sandy was genuinely panicked, her face stinging from the slap. It wasn't even a hard slap, especially compared to the ones her mom used to give. But to Sandy, this one hurt the most-right in her heart. This was her dad, the one who doted on her, who could hardly bring himself to scold her. Yet, here he was, hitting her because of Charlie.

Today, he chose to be with Charlie on her birthday, and now this. She didn't blame her dad, though. All her resentment was aimed squarely at Charlie. She was consumed with jealousy, regretting not locking the door, which allowed her dad to discover her secret.

For years, it had gone unnoticed by her dad. If only she had thought to lock up, she could've kept

a way to calm her dad down, all she could do was cry and look at

me Dad anymore! I don't have a daughter like you!" Charles's voice was cold, devoid of

that Charles was cutting her off. Without him as her father, she'd fall from her pedestal and become like the

and kind Sandy. Is that who you are?" Charles's question pierced through her, making her sob even harder. She

was now seething with resentment toward Sandy. The noise in the middle of the night only added fuel to her fire. Angry, she moved from her bed to

a moment, she realized what was happening and cursed Sandy in her mind-calling her a useless troublemaker. Dahlia knew her only chance with Charles hinged on Sandy. She

"Charles, you've got it wrong about Sandy! she cried, seizing the moment to take the blame. "It's all my fault. I was jealous of Evelyn being Debbie, and in my madness, I

just copied me. She doesn't know better-it's my failure as a mother. Please, don't

to you so much. If you keep her

seven, a blank slate. You can shape her into