Chapter 35 Like Father, Like Son

• SASHA’S POV
• “Sha, why didn’t you knock?” Mom gasped, nearly jumping out of her skin. The wedding dress catalog in her hands hit the floor, pages scattering everywhere.
• “The door was open, Mom!” I snapped, my voice dripping with frustration. “Sorry, was I way out of line? Don’t worry, it’s not your fault for raising me wrong. A kid’s behavior isn’t just on the parents—the environment plays a part too. So decent parents don’t need to feel guilty if their kid grows up rotten and sinful.” My words were sharp—spicy as hell. I watched Mom’s face—she was nervous, caught off guard. Who wouldn’t feel stung? I meant to sting.