Viola.

I was boiling with anger and jealousy inside. I felt so damn sorry that my own father had fallen head over heels in love with a woman who used to sleep around with Mathew back in the day. That was just awful, plain and simple!

But hey, for his happiness, I swallowed my pride and accepted it. Even though it twisted my gut. "Dad, if this makes you happy, then okay, I guess I'm cool with it," I muttered to myself, trying to convince my racing heart.

Still, deep down, I was just super ...