"Let me guess. It was harder than sucking it up to come crawling back to me after Matt Donovan ditched you at Homecoming. But then I find you in here about to go to bed with the man responsible for my death and it makes every word out of your mouth a /lie/, Lian, because that's all you ever do! You lie!" Cerdian screams.
"You've been putting other men before me since we were kids, Lian. Tommy Parker, Jeff Saltzman, Bobby Warner, John and Jack Bromer, Matt Donovan and who can forget Eli Tate? And those are just ones I'm /sure/ you nailed.
But good ol' Cerdian was your little puppy dog, wasn't he? He'd follow you anywhere in the hopes you'd spare him a morsel of the attention you lavished on every other guy who treated you like a piece of ass or just wanted a trophy they could show off. You crooked your finger and I came running out of some misguided hope that you'd see that I loved you more than /anyone/.
But I was the /safe/ option and we all know that the Harper family never plays it safe when the option to do something stupid rears its head. Your father has no impulse control and that apple didn't even fall off the tree." Cerdian taunts.
"I couldn't get more than a smile out of you in seventeen years, but that murderous piece of human excrement managed to get you pregnant inside a few months.
How long did it take you drop your pants for him, Lian?" Cerdian asks cruelly.
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