CHAPTER 165– My father

　　Nathan & Janet

　　Nathan POV

　　“What the fuck happened to you?!” Mark exclaimed as I entered my office.

　　He rushed toward me and helped me to sit down on the couch.

　　“Holy shit, Nathan,” he mumbled, tilting my head to look at my beaten and bruised face.

　　“Nothing I didn’t deserve,” I mumbled, making Mark furrow his eyebrows.

　　“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked.

　　I sighed and glanced at the liquor cabinet.

　　“Get me a glass of whiskey, will you?” I mumbled.

　　Mark sighed and walked to the cabinet. I watched him pour whiskey into two glasses.

　　He walked back toward me and handed me a glass.

　　I took it from him and poured the whiskey down my throat.

　　“I was the cursed mate,” I mumbled, looking into an empty glass.

　　“What?” Mark mumbled, shock evident in his voice.

　　I looked up at him and took a deep breath.

　　“She wasn’t mine,” I said. “I was the cursed one.”