Sean's POV I guess my father was right all along, I ruin everything I touch, no matter how beautiful it is, I always find a way to ruin things. My father has always seen me as a failure, no matter what I do. He has never supported anything I have ever done for myself. Not when I had my own clubs and not even when I told him about getting a new restaurant. I was finally happy, I was happy for real in a long time and I had to mess that up as well. I had finally found myself a good girl and I had to ruin that as well. Why do I always do these kind of things to myself? I think that my brother was also right when he said that I always sabotage my own happiness because I hated being happy and seeing other people happy as well. I guess I am as toxic as my therapist says but despite all th