Chapter Sixty Seven

Justin’s POV

It was a happy day for me, it was supposed to be because not only did I succeed in securing a huge contract with the Russians that I’d been chasing five years ago, but I also had Frederick, my dad, finally say those words I'd always longed to hear from him,

"I'm proud of you, son."

But strangely, instead of feeling elated, I just felt this weird numbness. Like, his words didn't have the impact I thought they would. Maybe it was because I'd grown up and was no longer that young guy who desperately craved his dad's approval.

Or maybe it was because I was still mad at him for having the audacity to divorce my mom after cheating on her all 32 years of their marriage.

Yeah, it's definitely because of that.

"Or maybe it's because you can't stand seeing Ayva with Aiden." A little voice at the back of my head said.

Normally, I'd argue with that voice, but at that moment, I couldn't. How could I, when Aiden looked exactly like the man I wanted to see behind bars? If it weren't