Paul's pov
I had always considered myself a strong man - especially in my guts. There was nothing that disgusted me, nothing that scared me ... nothing that made me upset.
The sight of the hideous, thick scars on my daughter's body, however, had caught me off guard. Her tears, her screams, her resentment had caught me off guard.
I don't know how long I stared at the puddle of vomit at my feet.
All that time… all that time it had been Emmie who had been right. It was she who'd said the truth.
I had seen it in her eyes. I had heard it in her trembling voice. Clayton had raped her. The man I thought to be good, who I thought to be the best match for her, who I thought to be her mate... had ruined her, no, destroyed her.
For four years, he had tormented her without me noticing anything.
