~ Rewritten Fates ~

Chapter 6 - Haunted by Him

Henry bursts through the front door, his heart racing and his mind swirling with anxiety. The tension in his chest feels unbearable as he struggles to comprehend the chaos that could be unfolding inside. Just as he reaches the threshold, Lily steps in his path, concern etched across her face.

"Henry, wait! You need to relax first!" she urges, her voice calm but firm. Frustration surges within Henry, and he raises his voice. "How can you let him enter? How?" The words spill out, heavy with desperation and fear. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken worries, the air heavy with the weight of impending confrontation.

Lily stands firm, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. "I tried to stop him, but you know Diana, right? She dragged him in." Henry glares at the door, his anger boiling over. "You left my daughter alone with him? How could you-"

"Henry breath.." Lily attempts to calm him, her voice steady but urgent.

"Breath my foot!" Henry snaps, pushing past her and storming into the house, his heart pounding with a mix of dread and fury. The tension in the air is palpable, and each step he takes feels heavier with the weight of his fears.

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Diana beams with excitement as she spots Henry entering in. "Papa, look! Santa granted my wish. Look, Dada is here!" she exclaims, her eyes sparkling with joy. The innocence in her voice contrasts sharply with the tension in the air, as she rushes towards Henry, her small hands reaching out in delight.

Henry's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of the man sitting in front of him. A wave of fear washes over him, solidifying the nightmare he had tried to avoid. His ex-husband, once a part of his life, is now here in his home, bringing with him a flood of unresolved emotions and anxiety. The reality of the situation sinks in, leaving Henry momentarily frozen.

"Hi Henry, it's been so long," the man smirks at him, a taunting expression on his face. Henry looks away in disgust, his stomach turning at the sight. "Ana, I need you to go to your room now!" he commands firmly. "But I want to play with dada," Diana replies innocently, her eyes wide with confusion.

"Diana, please! In your room, now!" Henry shouts, the urgency in his voice rising. He picks her up and heads to the bedroom, shutting her door behind them. "Don't come out until I say so," he orders, locking the door to ensure her safety.

"Papa, please! I want dada..." Diana cries, her voice trembling. Henry takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of her tears; it's a struggle to see his daughter in distress, amplifying his own turmoil. Henry leaves the room, locking Diana inside for her safety.

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"She wants me, Henry. Why are you stopping her, darling?" the man taunts, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Get the fuck out of my house now!" Henry yells, his voice echoing with rage. He descends the stairs, positioning himself defiantly in front of the man, fists clenched and eyes blazing. "You heard me right? Get out from here!" he commands, his anger palpable as he confronts the unwelcome intruder.

The man places a hand on Henry's shoulder, attempting to assert some control. "Diana is our daughter, Henry-"

"My daughter, Ethan!" Henry snaps, forcefully shoving his hand away. "Diana is my daughter, and you have no rights on her!" he yells, his voice thick with emotion and defiance. The tension between them crackles as Henry stands his ground, determined to protect his child at all costs.

Ethan chuckles, a smug expression on his face. "No rights? Have you forgotten that, as per the law, I have all the rights on her? You can't keep her away from me, dear Henry," he says, his tone dripping with confidence.