My Husband Killed My Dad

“Darren, why did you lie to my dad and say it was a new house for us?”

Darren picked up the phone on the ground and dragged me into the house.

“Penelope, what are you talking about? I never told my dad that it was our new house. I just said that it was a house for a very important person, so he should spend more time on it. You found out that I decorated the house for Addison, so you teamed up with dad to bully Addison, right? Why did you become so petty? Addison has a tendency to be depressed. If you make such a fuss, she will have a mental breakdown again!”

I hugged my father’s urn tightly and gritted my teeth.

Addison was really good at tricks. Now she was directing and acting by herself, wanting me and Darren to break up so that she could get what she wanted.

It was just a pity that my father was killed by them a long time ago. She didn’t have to spend so much effort to grab this position. I would give it to them.

“That man is not my father. Don’t you know what kind of person my father is?”

I shouted and refuted weakly. Even if I said that my father had passed away at this time, he would not believe me anymore. He would only think that I was making excuses for my father.

“I called Dad more than ten times and he didn’t answer. Isn’t he guilty? Normally, whenever I call him, he will answer immediately!”

I didn’t know when, Addison stood beside Darren, crying, very aggrieved.

“Darren, don’t pursue it anymore. After all, he is Penelope’s father. There is no result if you pursue it further. It will only destroy your relationship. I don’t want this. I will bear it myself and it will pass.”

Darren wiped her tears with heartache and looked at me disappointedly, with an unbelievable face. He must have thought that my father and I became like this because of jealousy.

“Penelope, apologize! And call Dad over!”

The strong, commanding tone was chilling.

He pushed Addison in front of me and waited for me to apologize to her.

“Hmph! Bitch! Who gave you the right to slander my dad!”

After saying that, I raised my hand and used all my strength to slap her twice.

Two red palm prints instantly appeared on her fair face, tears welled up in her eyes and she fell to Darren in grievance.

Darren caught her, the veins on his neck were exposed and he finally couldn’t bear it anymore, so he raised his hand to my face.

But he stopped, pushed me hard and fell to the ground.

“Penelope, I didn’t expect you to become this person I don’t recognize. You really disappoint me!”

As he said that, he waved his hand and signaled the two men standing beside him to help me up and control me.

“Someone needs to reflect on herself, lock her up in the room.”

This was the way Darren treated disobedient people, locking them up, not giving them food and water, until they compromised and admitted their mistakes. This was how he used to treat his disobedient and rebellious brother.

Now he used this method on me. I was in a hurry to bury my father and no one could stop me!