CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

SCARLETT'S POV.

My mind was a jumbled mess and it had been so for 48 hours now. I'd been confused, with several thoughts floating around my mind, particularly thoughts about what Luca had revealed to me about my father.

My own father? My hero. The man who I believed couldn't even hurt a fly. No way, it had to be a rumour. It just had to be, because I couldn't even stomach the thought.

How could my own father be involved in such despicable acts? How could he have done that under my nose, under my mother's nose too? No way, he couldn't be that sneaky could he?

I lay in my makeshift bed on the floor all alone, still respecting LUCA'S warning about not coming close to his stuff which meant I couldn't be caught lying in his bed. He'd been almost a ghost in the room since we'd had that conversation and honestly, I didn't even mind at all. I couldn't stand him after all he'd said, after all I'd found out.

One of the things that made me mad was the fact that he'd been cheating on me all thi