Ka could only count herself lucky that her aunt had shown up when she was at her lowest. If not for that, she couldn’t imagine the kind of misery she would be in


    now. –


    Ka grabbed her bag and fled.


    The door mmed shut. As soon as Ka was out of sight, Dexter began to calm down. Then, he copsed to the floor and fell asleep.


    Everything had happened so quickly. The timing was also oddlyedic.


    Myra tried to make sense of what went down. What could have possibly happened to make Dextersh out at his cherished daughter?


    “Wake up… Please wake up… I can’t handle this on my own. I’m so tired…” With great difficulty, Myra dragged Dexter to their bedroom and got him onto the bed. Her back ached terribly, and finally, she couldn’t hold back her tears.


    But Dexter was secretly crying too. His body refused to move, and he couldn’tmunicate with the world around him, but his mind felt awake.


    He remembered catching Ka stealing the map and lying through her teeth right before he lost consciousness. He also remembered how Ka had tried to suffocate him with a pillow to silence him for good.


    His own daughter! The one he had treasured so much, who he had held dearer than life itself, had tried to kill him!


    Dexter couldn’t believe it. How could his beloved daughter want to end his life?


    That moment of betrayal haunted him. What if Ka decided to harm Myra next?


    No. He had to wake up and warn Myra to be on guard!


    But no matter how hard he tried, it felt like he was trapped. His eyes wouldn’t open, and he couldn’t make a sound.


    In the long darkness that followed, Dexter dreamed an unending dream.


    In the dream, he became a spectator watching his life unfold from an outsider’s perspective. He saw how he and Myra had favored Ka, showering her with love, while treating their biological daughter, Felicia, with indifference simply because she had been swapped at birth and only returned to their familyter on.


    These were past events. But seeing them now shocked Dexter.


    Was that him? Was that the kind of father he was?


    As the dream continued, Dexter’s horror grew. His blood ran cold, and a deafening hum filled his ears. What he saw next shook him to his core<b>. </b>


    He watched Ka repeatedly scheme against Felicia, provoking her with harsh words and setting traps to harm her. The most damning scene was Ka faking her death by falling into the sea<b>, </b>sessfully framing Felicia as her murderer.


    In the dream<b>, </b>Dexter saw his past self furiously drive Felicia out of the house. He even pped her andter turned a blind eye as Arnold imprisoned and tormented Felicia.


    He watched Felicia’s eyes lose their spark. Her life drained away until the day she died. Shey in the snow, surrounded by blood. Her final words were a heart- wrenching whisper, “If I had a second chance at life, I wouldn’t want parents like mine…”


    Dexter felt as though a bolt of lightning had struck him. A wave of anguish surged through him, leaving him breathless and wracked with pain.


    Was that a dream or was it reality? was it from a past life? Or was it a reflection of this one?


    Dexter’s mind was a mess<b>, </b>unable to distinguish between dream and reality. One thought ate at him.


    How could he be such <b>a </b>cruel father and doom his own daughter? novelbin