His Father is Her Papa

I have seen the reincarnation of the girls that burned with me, my past lover's reincarnation, as well as one of the main adversaries of our love story back then – but I never could get used to the initial shock of seeing their faces in the present time.

I could never forget how Mr. Bernards had barged in our home in the dead of the night just to accuse me of bewitching William. His actions had left my little brother and sisters traumatized, and most of all, hurt my father who had rushed over to defend me even with his frail and old body.

Just like how I had reacted back then when I saw Bash for the first time, a rush of emotions welled up inside me. It threatened to overflow with the height of my emotions, the hatred, the anger. I wanted to grab the man's neck and strangle him, make him kneel until he begs for forgiveness.